I walked into a wall of frustration
It took me by surprise
I wasn't looking at the time
In front of the wall is a swamp of mud
You sink in deep
When you try to pull your foot out
But when you do, it pulls off your shoe
It is a hassle to get through
But once you get to the wall it is all over
Because the wall is smooth
There is nothing to grab on to
To pull yourself over
Unless there is someone to help
Who has gone that way before
©Copyright 2016 Thomas Dooley
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