The're are no snakes,
just Ladders,
for even when you life is in tatters,
you grow,
grow,
grow,
you float,
passionately to your dreams,
When we are salmon,
fighting up our streams,
this is when,
your tenacity gleams,
and pulls,
pulls,
pulls,
you passed,
your past,
your present for
Your future,
awaits.