Like That Until We Die Poem by A. P. Hancock

Come ride with me the mountain train, through passes curved and steep
Let's find a spot with none around, to share our heart thoughts deep

We'll sip on mocha fresh and dark, enjoy aromas rare
And hope to have a chance to see, a moose or elk or bear

We'll awe at great sequoia trees, sierra redwoods too
And marvel at the highland streams, the rocks cannot subdue

We'll reach the top to see a sky, more clear than ever seen
And breath the air that's fresh and crisp, that stays forever clean

We'll make our way back down the rail, with minds and hearts reborn
And leave behind our bitter selves, all tattered, tired and worn

We'll talk of all we've come to know, upon Olympus high
And promise that our lives will be, like that until we die