Mountains
Some mountains have been there since
the beginning of time,
while there are other mountains that appear
right in front of us,
as we attempt to cross to another territory
or territories with priceless treasure,
but filled with dry bones of people who tried
to carry all the treasures away,
with their bare hands; alone.
Sometimes we hear about the bones seen
in the glittering territories,
that we cower back to the foot of the mountains
we climb.
We are all mountaineers of life,
whether we like it or not.....
Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2016
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