High Horses

Who has time to cast cares for the little man
The man on the lower peg
The one closest to the ground floor
Working his way up when he is pushed back down
Who has the heart to consider his strife
To assist in his needs
To sympathize with his faults
To understand a mistake is made by any one
By everyone
And that forgiveness is a need of any one
Of everyone
Who has the audacity to maintain a compassion for a situation that they themselves have struggled through
To remember that it was once them
And if it was not them, it easily could have been them
I will let you in on an obvious secret
The highest man up does not

Who has the gall to free themselves for pleasures
To give away the pennies earned by those a level beneath
But can somehow still manage to recall the days
Another has missed on behalf of self care
Who stands in midst of the peers and proclaims all the works of their hands and the sweat of their brow
Always giving reminders on how the rewards they earn they have worked diligently for
While those who worked alongside stand in silence
Sow in silence
Reap in silence
Who can vent on the toil they bend under
Hand their labors away to another
Yet and still they maintain that their yoke remains heavier than all
It is said that to whom much is given much is required
I will let you in on an obvious secret
For the highest man up it isn’t

Who has the time to cast cares for the little man
The man on the lower peg
The one closest to the ground floor
Who has the heart to consider his strife
The goal is to line a pocket
Striving for plush living and higher count linens
It creates blinders which block all else out but a personal prosper
It is easy to win the race when you cannot see your fellow riders much less envision their own battles for a victory
This is the story we are made to play apart of
But life was never meant to be a race
Who stands a chance to win without the sympathy and sacrifice of another
Who has the strength to stand with the weight of the medal around their necks
And turn to see their companions have fallen away
That no one remains to celebrate or congratulate
Solitude in success becomes loneliness
And that, unfortunately, is a much less obvious secret
That the higher man up is not aware of

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