Memory Mountain

As I look at the mountains, I stand alone,

And review the memories as they are flown.

Remembering the times,

when I thought I wasn't worth a single dime.

Laughing as I remember when,

I thought I didn't have a single friend.

I try to hold back the tears, 

as I remember all of those hard years.

I ask myself, " Why? "

As I look to the sky.

Were my friends loyal,

or were they royal?

I let out a contented sigh,

As the happy tears are cried.