A foothold finds, my weary legs,
A crevice, finds my grip.
Gravity pulls, but still I rise,
For I refuse, to slip.
No summit in sight, a mist does hang,
Around, the mountain top.
But here I fight, a determined man,
A climb, I’ll never stop.
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that's the spirit sir.... and nicely penned too..... Neville
Thanks Neville 🙂
Life and lifes have taught me thus. It is not the high one achieves by which we are judged by the wise. Rather the obstacle we overcame along the way.
I agree, never stop.
A good, positive, compelling piece.
Absolutely correct! The summit must always stay out of reach for a decent awaits at the peak! It’s all about the climb!
Thanks for the comment!
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