Taking the Stairs (poem)


Wednesday 13th May 2015.

450th Post, who would’ve thought it.

Taking the Stairs? [poem]

Pushing the button, I get locked away.

My vision is blinded, cannot see a thing.

Routine, same thing again today,

The sudden jolt, I hear a little ting.

Rising or falling, watching the number,

Seven, eight or nine, many more.

I am just like any other consumer,

Watching and waiting for the door.

Another ding, and the door parts,

I am still alone, on my own.

I stumble as it once again starts.

Something strange it starts to groan.

Numbers stop and red lights flash,

Heart rate rises, what do I do?

Calm down, do nothing brash,

Breathe calmly and wait for the crew.

Not again, second time this week.

Can only sit down and wait.

Once again do I turn a cheek,

Again it looks like I will be late.

Patience is now getting very thin,

They should start supplying chairs.

Uncertainty is getting under my skin.

From now on I’ll take the stairs.

Gerry A/C©

March 23rd 2015

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20 thoughts on “Taking the Stairs (poem)

  1. I get this because I love stairs and hate lifts. And as for the poem, your rhyming is clever, as always. Well done.

  2. I really hate being in a lift by myself, or with only one other person. I’ve never been in one that broke down, but would still much rather take the stairs. Great poem, Gerry. 🙂

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