The Mountaintop by Robert Harlow Wheeler

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The Mountaintop

The Mountaintop

As I travel through my life, as I walk the trail not so worn
I try as much as I can to see the Mountaintop!

As I fall, the pain excruciating as I feel the hurt throughout,
I look up and there it is--the Mountaintop!

Though rain falls on the just and unjust, though riches come and go,
though clouds cover hill and valley, and even winter snow,
I can still see the Mountaintop!

Though I know loneliness, happiness, sadness and ultimate joy,
though I raise with love my three young boys,
though I work hard, play hard with my tools or toys,
I look high up and there I see the Mountaintop!

At night when I lay down, the snoring the only sound,
and the change to dark from light, and little left to sight,
and age is creeping low, and movement now seems slow,
and life is near its end, death's shadow 'round the bend,
I look up, hard . . . but there--emerging--the Mountaintop!

As I drift away, with little left to say, my advice?
Look! If it is apparent, OK,
but look . . . until you see the Mountaintop!

Robert Harlow Wheeler

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