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When a mountain I dare not climb the ropes and tackles are in abundance In great shape my body and mind Not a weak link in the expedition But when a mountain I dare to climb the ropes and tackles are often misplaced Out of shape my body and mind Weakness as a spell does bind Hopes and dreams of tireless youth can be all but forgotten in the spiritually aged Strength the glittering cloak of youth can fade in weakening jaded resolve But in me common traits dissolve The bucking steed will never be tamed Pigeon-holed the misfortune of other souls has not been allowed by my resolve But this determination is not without cost The foothills of youth are far removed by erosion caused by unstable belief systems washed away into the Sea of Ambiguity A distant mountain I often see (distance the deceiver of proportion) Challenged at the foot of the formidable sight halfway climbing only to slip and fall Does this mountain need to be climbed Do youthful dreams need to be fulfilled When these dreams are all you ever had you wake up falling or climbing higher Driven by dreams and gifts and talents that rage like a river in the driest desert calling home what must come home holding on to what must be fulfilled Obstacles that have become landmarks seem to fade into obscurity like threats that always remain empty laughing at what used to bring tears I remain standing through all these trials not unscathed and a bit weather beaten halfway up another formidable mountain making up for lost time from a major fall.
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Jan 23, 2017
Jan 23, 2017 at 4:34 PM UTC
When a Mountain I Dare to Climb
When a mountain I dare not climb the ropes and tackles are in abundance In great shape my body and mind Not a weak link in the expedition But when a mountain I dare to climb the ropes and tackles are often misplaced Out of shape my body and mind Weakness as a spell does bind Hopes and dreams of tireless youth can be all but forgotten in the spiritually aged Strength the glittering cloak of youth can fade in weakening jaded resolve But in me common traits dissolve The bucking steed will never be tamed Pigeon-holed the misfortune of other souls has not been allowed by my resolve But this determination is not without cost The foothills of youth are far removed by erosion caused by unstable belief systems washed away into the Sea of Ambiguity A distant mountain I often see (distance the deceiver of proportion) Challenged at the foot of the formidable sight halfway climbing only to slip and fall Does this mountain need to be climbed Do youthful dreams need to be fulfilled When these dreams are all you ever had you wake up falling or climbing higher Driven by dreams and gifts and talents that rage like a river in the driest desert calling home what must come home holding on to what must be fulfilled Obstacles that have become landmarks seem to fade into obscurity like threats that always remain empty laughing at what used to bring tears I remain standing through all these trials not unscathed and a bit weather beaten halfway up another formidable mountain making up for lost time from a major fall.
©2017 by Daniel Tucker All Rights Reserved. A poem from the living of my life.
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Jan 23, 2017
Jan 23, 2017 at 4:34 PM UTC
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