Reaching the Top


There is something about climbing a mountain,
whether it be actually or metaphorically true.
That gives one great inner satisfaction,
when you finally get there and can view.

All that lays out before you above and below,
a better understanding of the stars above,
and of the giants you are standing on,
whose shoulders steadfast with their love.

Enable you to climb higher than you could,
higher than the original goal you set.
But there is no easy way to arrive there,
without getting very tired, cold and wet.

From the top you can see more clearly,
the beauty of the sunrise and sunset.
Cold clear air clears thoughts and mind,
allowing some of your best creations yet.

Keep on climbing that path that you are on,
whether it takes you days, months or years,
to achieve through blood, sweat and tears,
beauty is in getting there, not becoming seers.


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Something a little heavier than
my recent poems to think about.

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