The Mountains That We Climb Poem by David Harris

The Mountains That We Climb

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As we grow older,
the mountains we climb
get harder everyday
than when we were young.
Still we climb them,
as our work is never done.
Our bones may be brittle,
our bodies almost worn out,
but our brain is still active,
so we carry on.

15 February 2008

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David Harris

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Bradfield, England
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