What’s Holding You Back?

There is a wall between the grass

That’s greener than our own,

That’s free of weeds and full of dew

And smells so freshly mown.

There’s a man who wants to climb

The wall, but has no rope.

He’s laughed at by the man who has no hands.

Crying in the shadows

Is a man who has no hope

And one who has no time to climb

Because of life’s demands.

One man has no body

Since he died a year ago

And another has no body

For he was never born at all.

Last among the dreamers

And the lowest of the low

Is the man who loves the grass beyond

But is five-foot-eleven tall.

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