Rushing to work, up in the sky <br />Taking the elevator, up! Up! Up! <br />People coming in, one by one <br />Dressed appropriately, never a smile <br /> <br />People sadden by age, by profession <br />Ravished by economic turns, never a smile <br />People with relationship problems, enter en masse <br />Never, never a smile <br />Looking at the ceiling, the floor <br />Never smiling at each other <br />Never a word of hope, heard <br /> <br />You said hello, they frown on you <br />How dare you talk to a stranger <br />On the elevator? How dare you? <br />You wonder aloud; are these people from outer space? <br />On the elevator, crowded, but alone you stand. <br /> <br />Up! Up! Up! The elevator goes <br />Your floor is here, the bell heard <br />Out you go, smiling with the outside <br />Wow! You have made it <br />In goes another, stoned face, <br />People a world apart, yet breathing on each other. <br /> <br />On the elevator, people too sensitive, are <br />Fighting their sense of worth <br />Afraid to smile with others <br />Up! Up! Up! and down! Down! Down! <br />The elevator goes, people never a smile <br />Smile is gone on the elevator <br />Smile is gone on the elevator! <br /> <br /> <br />Winston Harding<br /><br />Winston Harding<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-the-elevator/
