One More Try Poem by Paul Reed

O, were it just like the good old days
With the steep summits to be climbed
When the sun left a golden haze
When all of the melodies chimed

But now the peaks seem unattainable
The backdraft of the passing years sweeps by
The things strived for are unavailable
Is it worth just one more try?

For my mind abhors despair
My tongue still speaks words of hope
My lungs take in great gasps of air
And with my spirit elope

To tomorrows of unbounded joy
And the meaning of being me
To arrive at the safe and sacred place
Where all things are meant to be