for my hope is from him." Psalm 62:5
when i lose my balance
on the beam of aching age,
as my grip on the high bars
of professional achievement slips
and i do a face plant in front
of the boss and all my colleagues,
where i grow dizzy from spinning
around on that hobby horse of worry
that pommels me over and over,
if i step out of bounds or fail
a double tumble walking
the floors of the hospital while
a loved one is in surgery,
still,
you wait for me on top
of your podium of hope,
where you wrap me in
a great big bear hug, telling me,
'you nailed every event
in the olympics of life.'
(c) 2024 Thom M. Shuman
Venmo: @Thom-Shuman
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