Lucky
man! Oh, you so, so lucky man!
The
cliff approached, the end is near, you jump,
Yet – deus ex machina! – you began
To
fall only to find you're saved; the "wump"
You
expect hitting the ground now sounds soft,
Like
an old man's gray head on pillows' down.
What
keeps holding someone like you aloft?
Why
should you have such grace? Around this
town
A
thousand men deserve more grace than you;
Around
the world a million souls await
The
intervention of the saints. It's true
That
you are not so bad, so don't berate
Yourself
unfairly, yet be ever humble
That
you are raised whenever you stumble.
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