Climbing

Climbing

Once I was young

And free of most cares

Now that I’m older

I find that the stairs

Are higher and steeper

Than any I’ve known

But still I look back

On the garden I’ve sown

Everything’s good

Though perfection it’s not

Yet there is a story

Back there with a plot

It’s taken me here

To the next thrilling act

The cliffhanger page where

You’re missing some fact

So I lift my right foot

Then likewise my left

I drag myself up

Till I rest in the cleft

Yes the steps are much harder

The higher you climb

But the view from the top

Will be something sublime.

By Donna JT Smith 8/4/2019