Life is all
about climbing our mountain,
That takes most
of our time...
Our sleep is
filled with the clutter,
Of hills
that fill our mind.
For years
we keep on climbing,
Life's sword used to help clear our
path...
For life is
one unending battle,
Filled only with
dreams and man's wrath.
Our steps can
never be erased,
But are
set for posterity...
Perhaps as a
warning, reminder,
A caution for
others to see.
When we reach
our own life's summit,
Then we can
lay down our sword...
For descent into
the Valley below,
Will be our
final reward.
Our valley will
be filled with flowers,
With light from
our smiles and the sun...
Where we can
rejoice as we rest there,
Content with a
job well done.
©
03/01/10 Loree (Mason) O'Neil
Song playing is: In Constant
Sorrow
Dedicated to
my son, JT...03/18/72 -
03/10/07
