No more of trekking

I stop to wander,
I stop to guess…
Looking much harder,
Freezing in wilderness…
Bleeding at snow,
Waiting for help…
Falling, oh, so low,
Shrieking as a whelp…
No more of trekking! –
I swear now…
No joints breaking –
I honestly vow…
But wait till hospital…
And there anew –
More talking of Nepal…
In a month or a few…


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