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17 January 1995
we were put on this earth to climb a mountain
they call it the Mountain of Life
and it's steep and it's ever so far to the top
and to climb will bring trials and strife
there will always be those who give up early on
and walk circles until they die
but the real man is he who in sweat and in tears
looking up says "At least I will try."
this man as he climbs will slip sometimes and fall
bringing scorn from those watching below
who will laugh and will sneer at the loser they see
as if they were the ones to know
then the fallen stands up and turns from the crowd
looking up to the mountain above
and he hears a soft voice say "You'll make it, my son,
if when fallen you ask for my Love."
Copyright © 1995 Charles Fry
Here's one for ya. go find yourself. late again skys passing wave raining clouds and offer healing sun où es-tu dim Mornings in the underground memories squirming on the bath room ceiling open the faces on the side walk pass me by life and living Song of Peace from Time the Mountain My Father so i painted a red cross on my chest my living eulogy my plastic house alone again frustrating the Song of my heart as it grows and changes In Dark Brick Dungeons clanteba mortillia Lonely is my call to this Omnipotent generation: friend (and, by now, even brother) my PCC Our Garden Cognoscente The Home careFree the Children full moon if I were a Painter For You Caterpillar March Prison As I Went Walking Norwegian Cockatrice Lampposts Departure or The Falling Apple Peace