How you choose to shape it,
Determines its use.
You can make it a pulley,
Or you can make it a noose.

The man who chooses wisely,
Will work his way to the top,
But he who picks the latter,
Well he chose to drop.

Never let another,
Tie you with their rope,
Because a puppet’s a man,
Who has lost all hope.

You can use it to swing,
To a path you like better.
Just follow your heart,
And don’t let go of the tether.

Once you reach happiness,
Don’t rest on your peak,
Use the rope that you’re done with,
To help the poor and the weak.

This poem was written/submitted by Christopher Price.