Hills
as I'm running to my goals
a hill stands in the way.
very tall, very steep,
and ruining my day.
I try to run up it
with every ounce of speed
but then I trip and then I fall
no trace of the help I need
I climb up and up and up
almost to the top
but then a rock gets in my way
and like a bead I drop
I know as soon as I reach the top
The effort would be a waste
for another hill is behind the first
so I am in no haste
This poem is about:
Me