The Mountaineer’s Crescendo
Old mountain,
Up up I go,
Again through the cold and through the snow,
To the little peak at the top,
Up a few thousand feet and “I don’t wanna drop!”
Old mountain,
Way up high piercing into the sky,
Oh! For all I’ve explored and for all I’ve seen in this world of mine,
If you told me about this in bygone days I’d say it was a “lie lie lie!”
Old mountaineer,
I climb into the mist with broken body and battered wrists,
Near the top but I feel the urge to shout,
“OUT! OUT! I WANT OUT!”
But with a second wind and softened soul,
I fly up to the top, scaling using only treacherous rock!
I’m an old mountaineer,
And it’s not a shock, that I have only a sliver of energy to talk.
Here I have made my final summit,
And with no more fight left in my bones,
I enjoy the spectacular view one last time before choosing to plummet.
