As we begin to climb our mountains,
What trails do we take?
Do we follow our elders,
and the pathways they make?
Believe it or not,
there is more than one way to climb.
You could follow the man in front,
or create legacies for the kindred behind.
Upon our journey on the trail,
we may feel the tears of the clouds.
But we must remember,
we are the few, the strong, the proud.
or create legacies for the kindred behind.
Upon our journey on the trail,
we may feel the tears of the clouds.
But we must remember,
we are the few, the strong, the proud.
Let the heavens roar,
let the mountain be steep and tall,
my body may grow sore,
but I will not fall.
Strike illnesses upon me,
the fever, the cold, the flu,
but this is my trail to make,
so the climb can be easier for you.
dang mann you really good at this....
ReplyDeletehey kap, nice poem its really good
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