Rough Around The Edges Poem by icy storm

Life is a mountin.
Tall jagged and rough.
Yet elegant and pure.
You begin to realize some parts are easy to climb while others are terribly hard.
Facing all fears you complete all goals.

Getting to the top was a struggle
painful and exhausting, but in the end rewarding.
Once at the top you fight to maintain balance.
Your life blows by your face,
in a swoop it all passes by.
everything you have done no longer matters.
You relize that others are climbing the same mountain.
Fighting to maintain your ground,
Untill your too old and lie six feet below it.