William E. Mays
Climbing - Poem by William E. Mays
a way of life for many
some summit always ahead
not an Alpine peak or Mount Everest
but always a challenge and dare
to rise from the depths to new found heights
give fresh form to a pioneer dream
as mind, heart, and soul shout
Eureka! I've made real a part of that scheme!
It may be a vaccine to conquer disease
or a tune to set hearts aflame
a well-written tale to make another's hopes glow
caught up in some helpful scheme.
Still, no matter how great the conquest
It is but a way-stop, you see
since those who must climb see new heights to scale
daring never to fail nor retreat.
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