The Pits

As a boy I climbed
Up and down the steep incline
playing with other kids.

We pushed each other
The bigger kids kept me down
Until I gave up.

I ran out of steam
And so I sat in the pit
Resting and waiting.

Eventually
all those bullies departed
and I looked around.

Only I remained;
Tragically, I climbed alone
Relieved but upset.

Happy to be out,
but friendless and defeated,
and it depressed me.

There are other pits,
Even now I am struggling,
will no one help me?

Who won't push me down
and laugh as I fall below;
I'm so pitiful...