Creeping past the giving point
Where things could go either way --
Down, as gravity dictates most,
Or slightly up from where we start.
It may be hard to tell at times
But every instance we succeed
In scratching slowly up, it's where we land
Again when we return to the giving point
Where things could go either way.
Like marking kids' height on a wall
Most find that through the struggle years
Though day to day it's hard to tell,
When we turn around to breath again,
We find our current mark has raised an inch
Since we began.
We find our current mark has raised an inch
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