| The Quest |
Everyday, for fifty years- I have trekked this mountain. In darkness, To it's summit... Waiting for the sunrise. I stare into every distant land Yet never see one. Discouraged, I return home. Strangely the sun is up but, I have missed it's premier. Today, I climb again. Much older than when I started, The climb fatigues me. Feeling the onset of death I turn From my quest for the sun. And look East Towards my home. Astounding. |