Samuel Carson, something like that.
He climbed a mountain, not sure which one but it was pretty big.
He forgot basic arithmetic, forgot to accli­matize.
Broke a rib or two, might have lost a lung.
Couldn’t t­ell you exactly.
He came down from the top with a padding of dead brain cells.
But he was still pretty witty.
You might say the mountain took the worst of him
and sent him off at his best.
He’s got not a worry in the world these days. ­
I’d like to say I was just as lucky, but I can’t seem to recall.
All I know is I’m still high on the altitude, ­
I am still feeling the breeze in my bones.
Hope to see him up ­there again someday,
If only I could remember what color his beard was
And whether or no­t he lost that limb.