In The Mountains – 4

This life was never glamorous,
Though used long as an image;
For animals don’t care for
Being cared for

And though born into this estate,
There was no chance to scrimmage:
The toll he’d pay, he was
No way prepared for

For he was eighteen when his Dad
Passed on and left him watching,
And tending all day long, and
Into night,

But who we are is where we are
When life just happens to us:
And many of our dreams become

Not quite

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