It is a climb up the hill
I do with a heave and a sigh.
The steps steep and winding
seem to be endless.
Will I make it?
I look at my tired knees.
It carries me with difficulty.
I stumble and falter.
Many of my age jump in two’s
It is I who struggle.
I stop in few places.
Rest for a time.
I reach the summit.
An achievement, indeed!
Heart goes up and down
Puff, puff it resonates.
I perspire and breathe
through the mouth.
I look back,
The steps intimidate me.
The descent will be tedious.
Downhill is a problem.
Literally and metaphorically.
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