Sherpa you took my bad on your back to the top of the world
Sherpa what you saw no man unsees blinded by light you picked the stony path home in the cold.
Sherpa Rest here This is the room of my children My room when I was a child
Let the heavens escape in your sigh Let is rush through us as you rest Rubbing the tears from your unseeing eyes.
This room is for journeys The bed, for you To untie your shoes, lay down Tell us a parable that makes us old