I climb a million steps everyday up mountains and then hold the hands of reluctant climbers and elaborate on the view and celebrating everything we see.

Until men in suits show up and tell me if was only a hill.

Not anything more!

So we stumble down and try it again to often unnoticed.

While these people along the horizons offer up opinions never sought and that never help.

Only showing up when the sun has gone down and all the blame has been passed to me.

Just another burden to carry as I climb.

I never climb alone and some of those I carry are invisible.

Only the men in suits can see them.

They never see the climbing!

T.S. Deary