Pushing At The Wall

Pushing at the wall,
the great grey wall,
heavy, that moves slowly.

It is work,
that makes us grow, improve, attain.
So we must push, and wipe our brows,
sing as we gain,
and smile, while we remain young.
There are great songs to be sung!
Places to go, new loves to love,
because we flex,
and push the great wall we love the new of what comes next.

The wall parts, like golden doors,
they open to reveal something more.
Bright joyous sun.
Something new has begun,
and to it we must rush!
Oh give thanks that we push!

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.