Lost Rungs

Aloft I stand
Looking down
Back to the ground
Where I once stood.

From this perch
I see my ladder’s rungs
From my first step
To the last.

However some gaps
Appear here and there
And I wonder
Who put those there.

And then I think
Or perhaps remember
They are lost rungs,
Events forgotten.

I know they were there
For they lead me up
To where I stand here
Looking down to them.

So I let them slide
Into my abyss
For I learned their lesson
Lost rungs forgotten.