I'm sorry to say so
but, sadly, it's true
that Bang-ups
and Hang-ups
can happen to you
...for people just waiting.
Waiting for a train to go
or a bus to come, or a plane to go
or the mail to come, or the rain to go
or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow
or the waiting around for a Yes or No
or waiting for their hair to grow.
Everyone is just waiting.
You can get all hung up
in a pricklely perch.
And your gang will fly on.
You'll be left in a Lurch.
Waiting for the fish to bite
or waiting for the wind to fly a kite
or waiting around for Friday night
or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake
or a pot to boil, or a Better Break
or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants
or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.
Everyone is just waiting.
You'll come down from the Lurch
with an unpleasant bump.
And the chances are, then,
that you'll be in a Slump.
And when you're in a Slump,
you're not in for much fun.
Un-slumping yourself
is not easily done.
NO!
That's not for you!
You will come to a place where the streets are
not marked.
Some windows are lighted. But mostly they're
darked.
A place you could sprain both your elbow and
chin!
Do you dare to stay out? Do you dare to go
in?
How much can you lose? How much can you
win?
Somehow you'll escape
all that waiting and staying
You'll find the bright places
where Boom Bands are playing.
With banner flip-flapping,
once more you'll ride high!
Ready for anything under the sky.
Ready because you're that kind of a guy!
Oh, the places you'll go! There is fun to be
And IF you go in, should you turn left or
done!
right...
There are points to be scored. There are
or right-and-three-quarters? Or, maybe, not
games to be won.
quite?
And the magical things you can do with that
Or go around back and sneak in from behind? ball
Simple it's not, I'm afraid you will find,
will make you the winning-est winner of all.
for a mind-maker-upper to make up his mind. Fame! You'll be as famous as famous can be,
with the whole wide world watching you win
You can get so confused
on TV.
that you'll start in to race
down long wiggled roads at a break-necking
Except when they don't
pace
Because, sometimes they won't.
and grind on for miles cross weirdish wild
space,
I'm afraid that sometimes
headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.
you'll play lonely games too.
The Waiting Place...
Games you can't win
'cause you'll play against you.
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