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« on: 17 December 2004, 22:44:00 »

At the Mountain's foot, whose top I couldn’t see,
My father took my hand, and said to me,
“Son, the climb is hard, but don't feel weak;
some day, some day, you'll reach the Peak.”

He led me up the slopes toward the crown,
And never once did he let me down;
But in my youth, at times I strayed,
And for these times I dearly paid.

“No mother have you,” sometimes he said,
“We are on our own as we climb ahead.
We must keep together and do what is right,
for that is the way to reach Inthadin's light.”

“Climbing up Life’s Mount can be hard and slow;
Or very swift and easy as you go,
But you can’t go back, nor rerun the race
So all things you must do by Inthadin’s good grace.”

As I climbed higher, others did I find:
Some were cruel, and others were kind;
Many of us kept climbing up to the top:
Still others would not – they wanted to stop.

The years went by and I grew older;
My father slowed and told me to be bolder;
He said one day “Climb on without me.
“You’ll be fine alone now – go on and see.”

As I went higher, new friends I made,
Adventure we had, the memories don’t fade
I’d it all over, without second thought,
And with those friends I’d cast my lot.

And better were the years I spent with the girl
Who climbed up with me, who made my heart whirl;
Whom I loved more than life, whom I wedded while young;
And, if I betrayed her, whose heart I stung.

We had four children and taught them well,
And lessons of life to these children I’d tell.
They grew up strong, both in spirit and life,
Despite some heartache and strife.

My were children older, on alone they went;
Together my wife and I, the time we well spent,
Until the morning when to the Peak she did go,
And left me to toil up alone, bitter and slow.

My father passed on; to the Peak he went;
His time was over and his years were spent.
When he went on I shed bitter tears,
And have remembered him fondly all my years

Some friends of mine came who remembered the days,
When we were a’ wandering on perilous ways.
So off into the wild, we journeyed together
Which took us through forest and fragrant heather.

When we were done, I was weary and alone,
And the years have gone by and old I have grown;
And the Mountain is cold, it is covered in snow.
I am nearing the Top: this much I know.

So when you read this young one, do not feel faint,
For Life is but a journey that Death cannot taint.
But Death can leave you for a short while weak,
For some day at last you will, like me, reach the Peak…

Edited by: Artimidor Federkiel at: 3/6/05 20:56

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