Last Letter to My Son.

The Uphill

The uphill just too steep

As my feet on the climb I try to keep.

Nothing backs me up at all

Exposed to slip and fall.

The heat rising underfoot

Hardening climb and feel  ‘t through my boot.

To stand tall on the top-ground

-My giant to take down in the time-bound.

Chose not I be a loner.

But be amidst the many a walker.

All but pushin’ for the firmest grip

Pushin’ to the farthest until sleep.

 Dawn to the twilight appear

 All feet on the climb till vision disappear.

 Weaker tents faster

 Later are the Stronger .

 Soft hearts puts out hand

 For the weaker-comrade, for a stand.

 Yet, not for all to make it,

Many to the least when on the zenith.

The Least -who that strongest faith keeps.

 A Crown of glory awaits .

Given not to know if I will

But faith will help keep my feet on the uphill.    

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