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.