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THE SUMMIT
Remember the fallen, the have-nots,
Left behind with compassion and considered
Passivity? The ones that never made it
To the uphill way to prosperity.
You�ve made it. Toiled hard, candles burnt
till the day-break. The cost is dear
as the summit gets near, you catch up
leaving others astray.
�I�ve made it to the top,� you say,
�but where are the others? The weak and the fray?�
You care for the riches, jewels, the fame
But they bring no joy, it�s all in a name.
At day�s end you embrace and wait,
Pour out a drink from your brandy crate,
While the tramp and the hungry struggle
Uphill, reaching out for a decent meal.
You fetch the goblet to your lips
Uncertain if you want a sip
Shadows appear throughout the day
Blank faces from streets, at the gate.
You forget your pride, travel down the road
Take them aboard, offer them bread,
Give a hand, offer them a bridge
Lend a stick, offer them trade.
Did you feel a nip, did you starve
Or take a dip? For a day of your life,
For what it�s worth,
For the life of the sick, you did serve.
Back to the castle when you return,
You�re a king and a pious man.
You invite all for cheese and wine
your castle becomes an alter and a shrine.
Summit is your new abode
Glitter, sparkles, joys galore,
The world turns into a richer place
Because of you and your solace.
�God bless you, you noble squire,�
praise blows down from the shires
but you�ve learned to leave praise behind
the soul thrives, with charity and the kind. .