On a mountain range

Being rich isn’t about money. Being rich is a state of mind.

Harvey Mackay
Image by Pettycon from Pixabay

high up on the top of a mountain range.
something happened that was very strange.
had you seen it, you might not want to speak.
of what transpired on the top of that peak.

on a day when the peaks were clad in snow.
and stars in the night sky had b'gun to glow.
two adventure seek'rs got trapped at the top.
for so long they began to lose all hope.

as the days went by, and no one came by.
the first seek'r, felt himself begin to die.
from the hunger, but mainly from the cold.
that seeped into bones, already old.

"when i die, don't think twice. Just eat my flesh"
coz i know, you'll need to maintain your strength."
said the old seek'r to the seek'r in his youth.
"i shall indeed eat your flesh, while its still fresh."

this, is what was said by the second seek'r.
that already felt himself grow weaker.
and so it goes, when the old man did die.
the young one lived, off the flesh of the old one.

© 2020 The Poets Peace

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