Climbing the Social Ladder – Ian
He couldn’t bring himself to fight the leader of the pack
Too many had already tried and most had not come back,
His family then were wretched poor they’d fled the cussed war
And were located in this slum no better than before
The family told before the war they’d known of better days
They had to leave all things behind, adjust to different ways,
And it had been quite hard on him to live on dangerous streets
His favourite haunt was city square where slum and affluence meets.
A clamour from the street below now caught his restless eye
The pack was calling for his blood, was this his day to die?
He sighed and headed for the door, ‘twas better to be dead
Than be a coward all his life just as the pack had said.
Unwillingly through open door he stepped on pavement cold,
And in that fateful moment he decided to be bold
Perhaps he wasn’t tough enough, or streetwise it was true,
But family pride can courage give, he’d fix this motley crew!
With lusty yell he charged into the leader of the pack
And soon to everyone’s surprise he had him on his back
The startled pack retreated to a safer distance near
And when the leader slunk away they gave a nervous cheer.
No longer does he have to walk with eyes averted down
For now the locals smile and wave when he struts round the town
The victory gave new courage to his struggling family
And courage lead on to success from poverty they’re free
“© Ian Grice 2008”
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