"Inches"
I don't care who we are
Butcher, baker, candlestick maker
Sooner or later
We all come to a wall unconquerable
The one that takes all the wind out of our sails
A place that forces us to rest
To recoup our losses
To lose the weighty excesses
Years of overindulgence and waste
Suffering and disappointment
Have saddled to our invisible midsections
You know the place
You may be there now
Catching that second wind
If so
Don't let it get you down
It's there only to make you stronger
Lighter
So that when the time comes to go over the wall
We can do it easily
Light as a feather
With inches to spare
John Christopher
1995
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