The Neverending Moutain

The neverending mountain,
seems so slow, not fast,
a dream you dare,
to forget your past.

An endless journey,
some might never trail,
holding onto success,
learning from the fail.

It’s gracious and giant,
yet with every tough stride,
you climb and you climb,
with no place to hide.

And as years go by,
you’ll think back on this time,
when you took on the challenge,
and trudged through the grime.

An older mind,
wise and happy face,
will reflect on your history,
and be proud of your pace.

By Clarabelle