Pendulum

I first met Ben when I was a foolhardy tad

My legs were grown but spirit was blank

Ben sheltered me like I was frog to a pond

My delight tilted, sang, croaked, then sank

I said tic tac think tank…

I asked, will Ben come back?

I met Ben again after enduring a quicksand

My chest was weedy but body firm as rock

Ben coaxed me like Mozart would or a band

My senses tingled, elated, upward, then back

I said tic tac think tank…

I wondered, will Ben come back?

I met Ben, persistent, again to enter my land

My regal tiara was lovely but warmth I lack

Ben hummed tenderly like magic from a wand

My soul desired, groaned, resigned to a smack

I said tic tac think tank…

I hankered, will Ben, for more, come back?

I met Ben, silvered by hope and stain, oh and

My gown grand, no longer do I croak or chuck

Ben, my Ben, as I submit to gravity’s command

Seconds away, Ben, please, stop not to knock 

I say tic tac think tank…

I answered, Ben, oh Ben…

We will have each other at the strike of 12 o clock