Knot me

 When I came to the end of my rope, there was a knot. I made not that knot, but it gave me hope. And so I shimmied up a bit, and on that knot did sit, swinging to and fro, Nowhere to go. Before long this man came along and said, "Why are you swinging out here all alone?" I came to the end of my rope, gave up hope, but at the end a knot, keeping me from a long drop. "I tied that knot friend, long before you began the descend. Now swing over to me but leave that rope. Many others are above you thinking there is no hope."