Before You Are Gone

At the top of that gigantic hill, overlooking lives of those long gone,

I gazed at my past, the paths taken, the paths foregone,

There isn't much achieved, no milestones, nothing worth I possesing my own tombstone,

Here lies a past so beautiful, so benign, its revered even when its long gone,

Standing in the midst of the air so chill, I didn't feel the thrill of existing as none,

Till my acquaintance called for me loudly, breaking that momentary slumber, wake up he said,

We need to move, and move quickly, he said

the hill is too tall we may never climb, let's move up those first few stairs at least,

Before we will be gone,

long gone...