Trampoline
This ever changing variance in position
Leads me to a sad derision
And i thought you were my one fixed star
But the drifting compass drifts afar
My trampoline your pitch is perfect
Missing sometimes but not far off it
My hopeful heart your feet have landed
But not a moment and then it ended
Now on your upward bounce from worth
i ask that you consider earth
For when the bends of space have shifted
This trampled man will keep you lifted.
Copyright © Andre Vermeulen | Year Posted 2014
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