Highest of Egos
Why do they do it?
Put up with chilling
winds and blinding
blizzards.
I try to warn them
but they don't listen.
Is it their ego that
blinds their fate?
Men always strive
to be at the top of
their game. This isn't
a game it's real.
They come by the
thousands, risking
their lives.
I do everything
I can to stop them,
but then again I'm
just here minding
my own business.
I've seen them
all loose their breath!
Get frostbitten
hands and feet!
Why do they want
to face death?
I have seen them
die. They still come.
I feel their special
steel shoes digging
into me! What I hate
most is their egotistical
mindset of conquering!
They are fools to
challenge me. I
sometimes win!
Let me introduce
myself to you. Maybe
You have heard of me.
I'm Mount.
Mount Everest that is.
Please to meet you.
Michael Tor 10/5/2015
Copyright © Michael Tor | Year Posted 2015
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