The Base Place
I used to scale the mountain slopes,
With high-achievers,
Full of hopes.
What started with anticipation,
Led to somber,
Aggravation:
Rocky ground, not much to hold,
The atmosphere,
Was sharp and cold;
With climbers sullen, glum, and weary.
(How I missed
The fun and cheery)
So with...
True-achievers at the base,
I revel in,
The humble place.
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