there lived a man with a deep desire
to do a feat that everyone would admire
a milestone in mountain climbing was what he sought
in climbing this peak, to be the first of the lot
he began climbing the snow capped peak
top of the mountain, he wished to seek
he climbed for days to a considerable height
but the mountain top was nowhere in sight
frustration and madness won over insight
and he continued though it was nearly night
he misplaced a foot, to his fright
and falling he came down the slope
only managing to hold by a rope
absolute darkness and no one to ask
an internal voice came with a risky task
it asked him to cut the rope
that it could work, he did not hope
to stay there and risk dying in cold
or to cut the rope and be bold
he waited for the day and stood hung there
and died without being much aware
morning came and people found
that he was hung only 10 feet from ground
i would like to say this to end up
that never in your life, give up
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