Submitted by: Joan Testori
The mountains stood in the distance,
So far away,
Like the years that stood before me
As I stood on the shores of my future in my 20’s.
Yet with each decade that passed me by,
As I climbed the many hills in between,
I kept my eyes upon the horizon,
On the distant mountain range,
And it seemed that with every passing year
The mountains drew a little bit closer.
Now, as the sun sets behind these same mountain peaks,
I gaze once again at their beauty,
And the welcoming glow of the end of yet another beautiful day,
The mountains have drawn almost close enough to touch.
As I face each new decade now,
I still enjoy the mountains and all that they represent,
Yet the size of these mountains no longer strike the same fear
That nearly overwhelmed me
As my younger self.