There is no beginning or an end
Those who walk it are in sackcloth
Ashes upon their heads
Not knowing whom they may offend
Trudging up the steps is hell
There is no sounding of the bell
Lessons never get imbibed
For all who trudge are circumscribed
Very few get off the staircase
But yes a few get free
Once they learn to discern
And clean up their debri
~Moses~
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