Hills

as I'm running to my goals

a hill stands in the way.

very tall, very steep,

and ruining my day.

I try to run up it

with every ounce of speed

but then I trip and then I fall

no trace of the  help I need

I climb up and up and up

almost to the top

but then a rock gets in my way

and like a bead I drop

I know as soon as I reach the top

The effort would be a waste

for another hill is behind the first

so I am in no haste

This poem is about: 
Me

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