Cried the novice out, in fear,
“The road is all down hill from here!
But thrice my age you are, at least
And yet, it seems you still find hope.
How have you slain this fearsome beast?”
Spake the sage, in voice most deep,
“When the hill you’re on is way too steep,
Must you never surrender hope.
You can always bend the curve
And, in so doing, change the slope.”
“But that would mean a longer path,
How ever will you get there fast?”
“Life’s not about a race to run;
It’s about a journey that can be fun!”