Travails of a Journeyer

I have always found myself more convenient writing poetry than any other form. Maybe it's because it's more compact and many things unwritten get across through. Or maybe I think I am good at rhyming seemingly unrelated words really well!!! Ayway, here's one more from my rotten collection :

Hear me out, men of all age and clime
Free minds, toughened with the passage of time
Who yield not to the tyrant, vanquish his regime
Head held high, in character sublime.

A journeyer I am, my story I tell
Yet halt must I not, lest in purpose fail
Many peaks conquered, yet many more to scale
And proceed I must, till be not weary and frail.

The tallest of summits now lay ahead
Time had come to lead, not be led
The acclivity steep, the path contorted
My sojourn proving tough, all things done and said.

Firm and resolute, I inched my way through
As the end drew near, paces left few
Vanity set in, something I still rue
Slip and tumble I did, so in everyone's view.

Settle I could have, worthwhile the effort
Yet greater glory was all I sought
Minor hillocks I would scale not
Whilst the biggest mountain stood aloft.

Picked myself up, to set foot again
Utterly spent, belief ne'er did wane
Mustering strength, of what did remain
Tired bodily, though in spirit unbroken.

And this time sure, the peak gave way
What I sought all life, right here it lay
I knew claiming what I earned today
Lot more journeys undertake I may.

And yet easier it became, the road ahead
A daft of wind my journey pleasant made
And when a breeze turned, to it I swayed
And let this moment last forever I prayed.

Gradually gained force, became a gale
Wiped everything in sight, left not a trail
Knocked me off my perch, before I set sail
Pulled the curtain on a most memorable tale.

Yet took the blows, I, standing dead still
Held on to supports, till the storm had its fill
And strike when it did for the final kill
Its force I deflected, with iron will.

Ponder I on these journeys of life's endeavor
The breeze of love and it's long lost labour
I forget not every mate's helping shoulder
And not another storm shall run me over