The Mountain

Success does not come freely....

To trudge in a constant struggle,

Along the path of decay, 

Never glancing back at failures,

Once the lesson has been made,

Hiking onwards up the mountain

Of rocks that scar our hands,

A trying effort through the pain

Not to fall back to the starting lands.

And yet so taunting next to us,

Is a path of solid gold,

Where our peers are handed wealth 

With supposed happiness untold.

Twisted intentions which aren't deserving in the least

Get them quickly where they're going,

With no scars to mar their feats.

At the top of this mountain, though,

They sit upon a kingdomless throne,

With no lessons learned and nothing earned,

Waiting for their nonexistent hero.

But we who climbed the mountain,

That did not walk upon the gold,

Sit upon the throne of success,

Ready to grow old. 

To teach the wisdom we have learned,

To show the old and new,

That those who climb the mountain,

Are successful, although few.

Author's Note

Constructive criticism is most welcome:)

Reviews

[Aianarie (INACTIVE)]

Hey there, welcome to WritersCafe. :-)

Wow, I LOVE this poem. Your style is very much like mine--I like it! :P This is a brilliant, brilliant poem, full of much meaning; thoughts that we should always keep close to our minds and hearts throughout our lives.

Great job!

[Muse]

I commented on this once...the computer crashed..so here it goes again. The metaphor of climbing the mountain...is very real for many. And it's instinct I think.... to trudge forward despite what good and bad life might throw our way. And unfortunately...some give up, before success can be found. Great write...welcome to WC.

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I really enjoyed this, thought it was wonderful. Nice write!