Crescendo
I love it, each time I get here
I mean the peak
Of the pinnacle
Topmost of the mountain
Highest in height
From where my ego
Like myself, stays on top
To savour the beauties of creation
I am a conqueror
Having gotten here
Having laboured hard
To keep pace and rhythm
Every step of the way
A feat many only but wish
Lifting along
Not one but two
To the crescendo
Of life and love
Copyright © Hilary Frank-Ito | Year Posted 2012
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