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!
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