His cigarette ash was still on the bench

When I parked my behind down.

And down the bank the Salzach flowed

Joining me to the other end of town.

I had no fork for my supermarket meal

So I slurped and I gulped it all up.

And up the way the mountains watched 

And laughed as I struggled to sup.

And up and down the path behind 

The place that I was sat,

Happy folks rode bicycles 

and scootered along the flat.

The sun sank down

And up stars soon shone.

Children retreated indoors

And the lights across the bridge turned on.

And down floated ducklings

With Mother, to bed they went.

And up came the twilight breeze

that carried the evening scent.

It soon was difficult to see much,

but twinkling lights the river reflected.

And I suppose it took me by surprise,

things were more up and down than expected.

For this wee scene of village passings

hence acts as metaphor:

Life here is mere ups and downs,

until Glorious Day signals 'Ups' forevermore.