An Old Man’s Tale
My life has been like climbing a mountain.
A lot of work, a lot of learning.
Learning the right way to belay a line
and the wrong way to drive a piton.
There have been avalanches and rock slides.
Boulders a hundred times my size.
We have lost members of the party.
And now here I emerge from the tree line, almost there.
One long wistful look down that slope.
For I must turn my eyes upward and concentrate on this last leg.
The summit awaits.