Years rise up to meet me.

Great mountains on either side.

The past lies to my right,

Future on the left.

Present lost to the fog.

Plodding on, the inky night looms forth.

Burn of daylight no longer on my back.

Hands of tarnished silver,

No longer the gold of youth.

Lost in silence I walk.

I walk, and walk, and walk.

Years rise up to greet me.

Old friends these mountains at my side.