Darwin's Relative
.
The hill of life
may start out easy
but I keep my eyes
on the summit in the clouds.
.
When the rocks start
they tell me
persistence in the best selector.
I grit my teeth.
.
The summit is not green.
The cliffs around it
call me to accident,
and my jaw now hurts.
.
Here in the depths
of the valley, I nurse my bruises.
One of the eliminated, looking up,
I laugh the laugh of the embarrassed.
Copyright © Don Schaeffer | Year Posted 2014
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