Climbing

Climbing
I climb and climb
And climb some mo’
And still I climb
There’s more to go

From time to time
When I look back
And see the road
That twisted track

I know the way
Ahead ain’t straight
Yet still I climb
And bear the freight

What can I do?
I can’t turn back
The thought of it
My heart goes slack

So on I climb
I’m none too weak
I flee a life
That’s grown too bleak

Now as I climb
And look ahead
Is the next bend
The turn I dread?

For if I make
The high plateau
What if it ain’t
The place to go?

And all this work
A waste of time
I could’ve stayed
Instead of climb

Still, this I know
The only way
Is move along
And live each day

It’s really not
About the top
Life is a climb
Which does not stop

For if it does
Then I will die
There’s nothing else
These words don’t lie

I climb and climb
And climb some mo’
And still I climb
There’s more to go

Valley of the Gods
Highway 261
Utah, United States

Taken during travels, 1996

As I closed in on completing this poem, I realized it worked very well for Change, this week’s WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge. Afterall, every switchback in life is a sea-change.