At the Top
I often think as the crest of the hill appears
That I am at the top
The top of this game
It is my dream it seems
To go out on top
To be the best me when I flee
To the other side
With a great measure of pride
Knowing I have tried and tried
So what does the top look like for me
Holding hands with my honey
Knowing she will have enough money
That I have lived a full life
Even if that includes all that strife
After all nothing is perfect
Even for those of us who like to direct
The path we have chosen
For the long journey to get to the other side
Will have traveled far and wide
And won’t have anything to hide
I will have kissed and hugged a lot
Even enjoyed all those things we bought
With many friends and family too
My hope is to be the glue
That you see me too
At the top
The top of my game
Andreas Simic©
Copyright © Andreas Simic | Year Posted 2022
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