The Summit

As he stood on the summit,
he could see others
trying to scale his peak.
 
Some looked up wistfully,
while some
threw stones at him;
stones
that did not reach him,
but flew back,
and hit someone else.
 
He stood on the summit, sad
that his journey
was finally over.
 
Sad in the knowledge
that the loneliness,
the abuses,
the enmity,
the effort,
and even the view at the top,
was not worth
the wasted years.
 
As he stood on the summit,
he wished
he could tell the others
to stop
and beg
and plead
and ask them
to go back to their kids.
 
***
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