Ladder.

​Climbed up a ladder, 
Now it makes me sadder.
Thought the grass would be greener,
Now, it isn’t closer.
Now feet are getting colder,
Feels like a boulder.

People here are madder, 
I don’t get the grandeur.
As they stood, they chatter, 
About who is fatter. 
I ask the dispatcher, 
Lay me down lower. 

There I shall gather,
Myself together.
For soil is what matters.
And there I shall wither.