Here’s to the middle, the center, the hub,
Whatever lies halfway, and sits at the nub.
When looking behind looks as far as ahead,
Your journey’s half over, you’ll soon reach your bed.
The midpoint’s the turning point, that’s where it’s at,
The median places assuring you that
Intermediate stages are always your friend,
For once you’ve passed midway, you’re close to the end.
So revel in limbo-land, not here nor there,
You’ve got to pass through it to get anywhere,
And when you’ve reached somewhere that’s where you should be,
You’ll look back and thank your encourager (me),
For getting you through all the doldrums and lows,
But I knew you could do it, ’cause that’s how it goes.