Long Lifemorning Poems

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…