Each day I climb new mountains
in the struggle for life.
Sometimes my limbs get weary
and I want to give, but I have to go on.
Giving up would mean losing
everything my life was meant for.
Therefore, I must struggle
never giving my body a rest.
I must climb these new mountains
or I am doomed forever more.
There is no turning back once started,
as it doesn’t work that way.
Each day there is a new mountains
that gets bigger with each day
and we must reach the summit by nightfall
or get stuck on the mountain going nowhere.
The harder we climb,
the higher we get
until we reach
the pinnacle of our dreams.
8 November 2009
You are right David - -life offers us new mountains to climb every day - - a meaningful poem....10 from Fay
Very good David, , But than highly our mountains, falling downwards, painful there is more... / with a smile / All the best, Tsira
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem and I loved Carol's comment. Wish I could find a way to minimize some of the 'mountains'; but then again, I would not want to 'dumb down' life, lol.