The mountains were created
Before we were conceived
Part of the journey
A steep climb to victory
With a sheer cliff waiting

Time comes for every young man
Youth is no longer his
Declining in time
In his eyes not his mind
And his heart still the same

The mountains already climbed
Memories lag behind
Last night dreams laughing
At the one who lives the day
Forgetting it was night

It is half past ten again
This time it’s after noon
Laughing dreams remain
On the schedule for tonight
Tomorrow out of sight

I use to rise with the sun
Chasing him all the way
Until he has past
Night always part of day
His broken heart still young

© 2018 Tim D. Coulter Sr.