The Fringe I: Curtains Up

On the border,
I'm boarding my bothers,
How many pivots;
How many spigots,
Doth life have;
Bumps, humps, jumps,
Hurdles and hoops?
Right in the middle,
Between neither-nor,
And, either-or,
Good things come
To those who wait,
But always with
A grain of salt.
Gain's welcome;
Pain's the weight,
And always
Born by default.
Winning is an end;
Losing is an end,
And quitting is a choice,
A means to either end.
I am on the border,
Boarding my bothers.
Life always issues vacancies,
To takers,
Both willing and not.
It never leaves a vacuum.
In place of what was
Something will be.
Always.
At either side,
To either end,
We shall fall,
And on the fringe,
We shall come and go.
Keep on moving.
Through winnings,
Through losses,
Through the fringe.