Mountain Climbing

The road to glory is steep and thorny And the wind is tricky and phony The more I try to reach my crown It tries to drag my two feet down Without even knowing that it's there For, snares are everywhere If my steps are not placed properly I may end up as a dim memory And there are pitfalls on my track But love, there is no turning back I must keep moving forward I must sail my hope onward If you see me climbing my mountain Amidst the caustic and hasty fountain Dare not to think that I'll surrender For, my will ain't that so tender I must reach top to settle the scores Even if I have to nurse some sores There may be perils on my way But I will drive them all away I'm not that easy to scare I have no precious time to spare I'll climb my way to the mountain top And nothing can make me stop May 17, 2023 Joe Bonamassa Inspiration 4 Poetry Contest (8th place) Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori