May I climb upon your shoulders just to glimpse beyond the parapet?
Kneel in awe and wonder at the joys not happened yet
Raise a teary eyelid at the things I didn’t get
Then slide back down in hope, a little stronger
May I nurse the thrill of Heaven through the days of mediocrity?
Sense a golden future when with eyes of lead I see
Leap and fly in moments from mundane reality
Then stagger through my hours, a little stronger
May with pleasures incremental, my encounters come to make more sense?
May I rub along with others, but without the need for self-defence
Disavowing contemplation, find I’m living in the present tense
Then walk my waymarked path, a little stronger