We all tend to think,
That the view from the top,
Is the best.
So, pulling and tugging,
Pushing and shoving,
Breathless in between,
We pause for a step,
Somehow, we make
It to the top.
Where we imagined,
The sunshine brighter,
And the clouds within reach.
But no one says,
That there is no overhead,
Or shade in between,
Its’s lonely and cold,
With no warm hand to hold.
Alas! We let our greed,
Get the better of ourselves,
The view from the top,
Takes us away from those,
At times,
That matter the most,
And make up the rest.
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Pic credit: Photo by Road Trip with Raj on Unsplash
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