Pensive, a little troubled but still without a tear.
That was the man on the hill with a deer skin coat.
The legs were in pain, the breathing difficult,
he was on a rock on the hill, between top and bottom.
He had lots to climb up and lots to climb down too.
The dilemma to go up or to go down still existed,
as he thought “ Once up there is only way down”.
Making up his mind to go up or stay where he was, was nearing eternity
He gathered himself and began climbing again,
over the rough terrain, the rocks and the thorny bushes.
As he went higher, he noticed that the peak was always visible,
but eluding him and the others all the time.
He went higher and higher and so did the peak.
Sitting down, pensive again, he began to analyze,
Was he the only one to climb
He was on the top, but never really on the top.
What was he unhappy about? The others were still down below.
As long as he kept moving, he would be on top and retain the respect.
The climb continued…
