AT LONG DISTANT HILLS

 

In my youth I looked fearlessly

At long distant hills

Squinting to bring them into focus

With a feeling of contempt

But old age has quickly delivered me

To those once distant hills

As now I stand before them

And I am fearful

Feeling contempt for myself

For not embracing every step

Along that short journey

But its only idle reflection

And regret is useless

For the hills are no longer distant

And now the race is almost run