The Midway Bench

Midway up and down I have met this gentleman crying Sobbing with grief abound Nerves popping like rivers He sat on the bench next to me Holding his swollen head Grace to Grass I have fallen, said he! The bench where now I sat A happy bubbling puppy Celebrating how high I came To sit on this bench, where he too sits Looking for letters for words To thank God, the Giver of Excess! This midway bench is high and low This midway bench is pain and gain The bench is mine today Tomorrow somebody else Coming down or up Shall Cheer or fear How far they are or were Now or before the bench!