Time to Climb

A newborn greets the world with a roaring cry.
After much effort, he falls asleep; his parents sigh.
So peaceful in the bassinet, his potential, a catalyst.

Rest, babe! You have time, time to climb and be sublime.
Time to yearn and time to earn. Time to soar and wish for more.

A precocious child runs amok, always in search of a quest.
No matter the task, rest assured; he’ll do his best.
Where others would bereave, he wonders what it’d be like to leave.

Breathe, child! You have time, time to climb and be sublime.
Time to yearn and time to earn. Time to soar and wish for more.

A curious teen perpetually asking, forever with question.
Constantly seeking, his last inquiry, the latest transgression.
His verbal meander, always displaying, his radical candor.

Sit, kid! You have time, time to climb and be sublime.
Time to yearn and time to earn. Time to soar and wish for more.

A young adult leaves college, having completed his mission.
Unsure of how to proceed, saddled with burdensome ambition.
Desiring to still learn, others implore him to adjourn.

Chill, dude! You have time, time to climb and be sublime.
Time to yearn and time to earn. Time to soar and wish for more.

A man proceeds to wander, in crisis, but unique to midlife it is not.
One more peak, surely he’s close to what he’s sought.
How ironic, despite the summit, still a focus on the plummet.

Relax, Man! You have time, time to climb and be sublime.
Time to yearn and time to earn. Time to soar and wish for more.

An old man remains in wait, reflecting upon trying to get ahead.
Wondering where it all went wrong, now he lays in his deathbed.
At last a cold shadow appears, a manifestation of all his fears.

Join, sir. There is only rest, nowhere to climb and be sublime.
You may still yearn without earn. You won’t soar, still you wish for more.

There is no more time.