Stairs covered in stardust beckon me,
But I keep slipping off the bottom step.
Merely a minor delay.
There's no need for fuss or fear,
So why am I angry, impatient?
To see what is there at the top?
Lend me a hand will you,
Help steady my slippery ascent.
And, when I reach the top step,
I'll won't forget your generosity.
Tushie 1990
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