Stairway

The first step,
it was more then enough,
even though it was a short one,
it was more then just rough.
Saying that first word,
in hopes to be heard,
even if it was for a moment.

To be noticed is great,
but with greatness there is more,
that what people decide to do,
will cause them to mourn.
This second step is choice,
upon how one shall use their voice,
to further themselves even through all that is poor.

Everyone weeps, as well as hates,
even if it is with most of our best mates.
Friendship is a step,
though the count is not lost yet,
upon the third it is laid.

Friends take us through pain,
they are even there through death,
in your memories and that last breath.
However, it is that last breath,
that is given through death,
which shall end everyone's last step.

Each step is a building block,
given to all to own,
creating the step,
should not be left alone.
Building from nothing,
whether it is through good or bad,
life puts those through steps,
no matter how sad.