Up and up the climber goes.
Scaling the majestic monster.
Higher and higher he goes.
Just to make it to the top.
Only a mile from the tip,
The rock starts to cracks
And off the mountain he slip.
But stay on because his sleeve grabs.
He reaches the top,
He has attained his goal.
There at the mountain top,
He accomplished; Society, Kingdom Ship, Life, Everything.
He reached everything,
At the age of 35.
He did everything,
But nothing left to die.
5/25/06
© Jordan Simon
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