Life as a Mountain

Our essence, our lives, an alpine to scale.
For climb it we must, no option to share.
A tumble through daisies, a forget-me-not trail.
A tot in the meadow, only parents to care.
The trail soon turns upward, a cliff here and there.
The tree line appears, our teen years are here.
Some foothills, a slope, some low relief hills.
We venture on high, the thrills and the chills.
For soon we must know, our life is as ice.
No plateaus to rest, no warmth to entice.
We struggle to climb, we touch the white peak.
And look down below, no time more to speak.
Our life from afar, a sonorous clear tune.
The only one hears, a dim sallow moon.
For alone we must die, our solitude bare.
The crest we did reach, no one left to care.

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Ray spent 21 years in radio broadcasting followed by 27 years as a real estate appraiser. He taught real estate appraisal at the University of Missouri, Ozarks Technical Community College and St. Charles Community College. Ray loves writing and always has. After Ray retired he attained the Certificate in Higher Education in Creative Writing from Oxford University. Writing short stories for the Certificate was exciting especially since he was in his seventies. Since then the genre has become his obsession and he loves to write them often. His email is [email protected]

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