Up

Up is the way to hold your chin

When the world has put you down.

Up is the incline of your lips

That forms a smile from a cheerless frown.

 

Up is a million miles in space

And many millions more.

Up is a thumb to indicate

It was just what we were looking for.

 

Up the river. Up the creek

With paddle or without.

Up each morning bright and early.

That’s what life is all about.

 

Up to snuff, fit as a fiddle,

Ready for whatever comes.

Up to date on rhymes and rhythms,

Quite prepared to pound the drums.

 

Up is more than a direction,

More than we propose to know.

When we’ve fallen to the bottom,

Up is the only way to go.