The Hill

Outside my house there is a hill That I would often climb And on this hill, throughout my life I would find different ways to spend my time.

When I was young, it was for the adventure For who didn't like a little fun And I was a warrior, tried and true There was never a battle I hadn't won.

As I got older, it was more to see the view And sit in quiet contemplation Or perhaps write a poem or paint As it did give me inspiration.

But now I am truly old, And I can barely climb this hill. Sometimes it feels like it's not worth it; Each time I try, I'm met with a chill.

But even though I may doubt, I know that I should not quit; Because each time I climb this hill, I know it may be the last time I do it.

As I look and see the memories I made, A smile will cross my face; For as long as I remain on this earth, I will always remember this place.