Daily Routine
He woke up every morning and climbed to the mountain top;
Until he reached the summit, he would not allow himself to stop.
Then from the apex of the mountain, he looked down on the valley below;
Many times while standing shivering, knee deep in the fallen snow.
Not until the sun had started to set, would he take the path back down;
Most people already sound asleep, in their beds when he reached the town.
She checked his ventilator;
She took his pulse again;
She did therapy on every limb;
And wiped the spit from his chin.
He woke up every morning and climbed to the mountain top…
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