A Pebble On The Mountain

Thirty years have laid my surface bare,
Padded shape and painted silver hair.
They’ve leant my mind a different point of view
And blinded eyes that once looked up to you.
 
Thirty years laid waste the dreams of youth
Controlling my achievements with the truth.
And thirty years have opened up my eyes
I see how far I am from being wise.
 
Thirty years once seemed so far away
But now it seems I started yesterday
Along a road that travelled much too fast,
A blur of motion as it spiralled past.
 
Thirty years is just a knot in time;
A pebble on this mountain that I climb.
 
© 2013  Pam H. Murray