When I was young, I learned that
there is a place
where elephants go to die.
As a boy
I thought that this was sad;
but now, as welcome grey
wanders around my ears,
I have realized-
I don't think that they went there
knowing
that they would expire-
but more like that man
who climbed a very high mountain-
he,
and they,
went
to live.
Sometimes I forget why.
Why I'm walking
stumbling,
clawing, and
dying for an idea that even I sometimes question.
I'm doing it to live
and that's enough for now.
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