Came across this poem which I had written back in 2012
Running up the hill, you're gasping for your breath,
If you continue this way, you'll soon see your wreath.
When tears mix with your sweat, the sun will broadly smile,
That's when you will know, that you've just climbed a mile.
Soon you'll see the top, and it's just one smear away,
That's when the winds will come, just so you could sway.
With your feet on the soil, you keep eyeballing the top,
Blink of an eye my son, and it's a very steep drop!
