Up and Down
And roundabout.
Up and down and roundabout,
The twists that turn my mind,
Some come home to settle,
Others stay behind.
The ascents have an accent,
A language of their own,
When it’s up my thoughts erupt,
When down I stay at home.
So it goes, nobody knows,
What each day may bring,
A bassoon and tuba,
Or a ding a ling.
Lift me, to let me down,
Scale the high ascents,
Don’t drop off the precipice,
There is no recompense.
When I’m down I wear a frown,
When up I wear a smile,
A half a cup of happiness,
It goes a country mile.
So here I am sometimes a sham,
Other times I rise,
With intent my quick ascent,
Comes as a great surprise.
Love has length and latitude,
Mirth has moments too,
Rising is enterprising,
Ascents into the blue.
So, I say I treat each day,
With what each moment brings,
And the ascents turn moments,
Into when my heart sings.
©
David Rudder
2023
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