At Last We Stand Poem by Doris Cornago

At Last We Stand



The view of us on top of the mountain
Seemed so picturesque, so picture
Pretty, the view below us looks
Distant as at last we stand
Without the motivation
Of the climb
Everything
Seems
Like
Another
Trophy of
A man in a hurry
Yet before we get to
The top, we clung for support
On each other, fearing the hard fall
Man despairs on losing yet victory fades
Upon seeing another mountain, this time on a glider

At Last We Stand
Friday, August 4, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: challenges
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
They say that a person who never looks back at where he started will never make it to the top. This adage is so untrue. I've seen a lot of those who are still on top of the pinnacle of 'success', whooping it up. They may feel like having a grand time but success is a cold bed-mate and a double-crossing friend. Try being with someone who has been you when you are down and out and you can count on this person more than any friend you have when already successful. I like to see men fly but oftentimes, I wish they will come home one day and settle down.
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