The Hills
Wisdom is earned not given
The peaks and valleys are not as vast
as mountain tops or mountain's pass
yet we grow wise as sky is vast
up the hills we wander
Will we learn on grass and stone
the reason we may yet atone
a life unthinking a waste of bone
left on the hills we wandered
Do we lose ourselves again
no brotherhood between all men
you choose the sword I choose the pen
and seek new hills to wander
Take a love and not a life
seek your peace and not your strife
I wish your future to be bright
with many hills to wander
About the Creator
Blake Capps
I started writing to cope with my severe anxiety. I’m still anxious, but hey, at least now I’m also a writer.
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Take a love… not a life. We should all learn from this.
I loved the line, "Do we lose ourselves again"--it was a super relatable moment in the middle of the poem. Thanks for writing this and sharing it with us!