This is a poem I wrote my senior year of high school in AP Literature.
Here we all are, this mountain we climb, the sure ascent, which lasts a lifetime. At the golden summit, a goal we all seek; the meaning of life, at its Godly peak.
Up we should go, a noble direction. Yet why do so many rebel in rejection? Up is worthwhile, this mountain we climb, at the apex is all that’s sublime.
Choose anything else and you will regret not doing the work and how upset you’ll find yourself years down the line when fate and destiny don’t align.
Nothing worth doing is ever so easy so build yourself up and try to think deeply. Who and what and where and why am I on this earth so full and alive?
We each have God’s purpose we must see unspun, and one must start now, for time always runs. You'll find yourself old before you’ve begun with the great song of life, never to be sung.
So hurry now, and climb this mountain, while you're still blessed a youthful fountain. Honorably embrace the peaks, the valleys, before you’re condemned to go down death’s alley.