the end.

[Ozymandias]

working hard and falling, stumbling

I straighten myself up

only to trip again

I straighten myself up

tumble and it hurts quite bad

I catch my foot on a rock,

winding and narrow

sometimes cloudy

sometimes bright

the path

I work my way along

I climb, stride, run, crawl

sometimes together

sometimes alone

I follow

this path that I have chosen

I started

it seems so long ago

that one bright day

[Parmenion]

Scrabbling our way through life while being constantly challenged and tripped up throughout. An apt portrayal. But would we wouldn't have it any other way

 

[Ozymandias]

My thanks, Parm. Coming from you, that's high praise.

 

Wanted to add a note I realized I rather should, though:

 

The poem is actually a palindrome; read it left to right from title to final line, and you see one version. Read it from end line left to right, up to the title, and you get another.

[Ayshela]

*giggles*

and perverse person that i am (or maybe it's the fever)

i think i like the backwards version better