by Nick Gisburne
The final step. At last I reach the top
And find that there is nowhere else to go
For here is where my old ambitions stop
The staircase of my life will never grow
I do not claim my target was the moon
My limits, realistic, were subdued
You think, perhaps, I found the peak too soon
My goals were far too modest, you conclude
Yet this is where I am, content to stay
The things for which I worked so hard are mine
While others climb, forever, day by day
I stand upon a world of my design
If this is where I always planned to be
Who conquered every mountain - you, or me?
