I fancied he was going down.
Still, when I shouted, “Waiter, bread!”
He came out rather stronger,
As if he’d say with toss of head,
Wait a little longer.”
Time takes us on through many a grade;
Of “ups and downs” I’ve had my run,
Passing full often through the shade,
And sometimes loitering in the sun.
I and the waiter met again