At Last, Victory Poem by Bryan Taplits

I thought this when I was just a spud
Too young to grasp "what's so",
Back then I would shrug"this life isn't so hard"
But then, what did I know?
But now between betwixt and yon
I see my gloaming mountains soar,
Unmoving and implacable force-thank goodness I'm still a youth-
Who needs only to practice his roar.
But soon I will hie, as I magnify,
And view the summits no longer so tall,
I will ascend to what I seek
(past their portended, towering peaks) -
Then pounce-
And claim it all.
(It‘s curious. I am grown enough to gaze on my childhood memories
Stopping at the backdoor to ken the boot's last:
How odd that we value the present so small-
Only to appreciate it when it has passed) .