Poem: The Hill

The hill that we climb
Is the sweetest decline
But does not define
Our journey
Our lives are entwined
With gold ties that bind
Yet we cannot find
The summit
Our eyes are both blind
To what we left behind
And it scrambles the mind
In regret
The sun it does shine
And the day is yet fine
To light up the decline

Author: seagullnic

Writer, editor, lecturer and part-time musician. Passions in life: my family, Bob Dylan, music of many genres, Brighton and Hove Albion FC, cooking plus good food and wine.

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