The World reached out its hands to
Accept those of less fortune in it.
The bridge provided passage to
Cater for the huddled masses.
They came from far,
They came from wide,
To beat the rising tide.
With humility and honour
Climbing the mountain, side by side.
A borrower nor a lender be
Espouse belief it can be done.
A winner one, a winner all,
Believe it will be won.
Traverse the mountain-top,
Traverse the far horizon.
The valley leads to that mountain-top
Whence one receives their prize on.
That prize be freedom,
That prize be life,
A new one, to be sure,
Whence one will strive for happiness,
And leave behind their poor
Beginnings in the World, now with outstretched hands
To accept those of less fortune in it,
Who came from far ‘way lands.
Lands of the poor,
Lands of the lost.
Their path is with dignity and pride,
From valleys, climbing slowly,
Surely, side by side.
Traverse the mountain-top,
Traverse the far horizon.
Set foot on that mountain-top
Whence one receives their prize on.
sensualism 
Have you ever done what I just did? I ‘liked’ my own poem. Didn’t mean to, and I’d take it back if I knew how. How silly of me? But let me take this chance to say ‘thanks’ to those of you that do and have liked it. You may want to check out some other offerings as well. Have a great day!
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