A Falling Mountain

by Bob Shank   Dec 17, 2015

A Falling Mountain

I was a mountain
a pillar of strength
my tresses held many a burden
yet I remained tall and proud
the footprints of life
have worn many a path
they seemed weightless
winds of speech nor salty tears
could deteriorate my foundation
but I am eroding nonetheless
age hath torn me asunder
withered my exterior
crept into my core
I have shrunk to a molehill
and soon shall be a memory
dust in the wind
blown into oblivion
free at last.......

Bob Shank
When we were young we were
invincible, as we grow older,
we realize that nothing is
invincible, not even mountains....peace


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  • 4 years ago

    by Em

    Great piece. The way you have created the mountain going into a molehile wow.. if only lol. Lifes difficult times would seem so much easier.

    Well done

  • 4 years ago

    by Everlasting

    Yup, just get the tectonic plates to move and collapse onto each other, and voila, you get another mountain that with the passing of the time will reduce into a molehill then into dust to be blown away by the wind. Who knew that our parents were those tectonic plates? So much chaos. . . must have occurred in order to create each of us.

    Nice piece. I like extended metaphors. Though if it helps, I'm young but never have I thought of myself as invincible, sad reality.

    This piece should open the eyes of those who do think of themselves as invincible.

    All the best.

  • 4 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Physically and mentally, Bob. Life ages us in all ways; we just don't know until it is too late!
    I love the imagery you have created in terms of a mountain becoming a weathered.....molehill. Excellent, thoughtful write.
    Take care and I hope you are well,