Elevator Man
He was just an elevator man
If he had a name he never said
Among few words were what floor
Pushing buttons, sliding doors
It wasn't like he wasn't the pleasent type
Everyone enjoyed the ride
Had a way with a smile
Could make a junkyard dog give up his growl
The years all pass in a dying breath
Steals your soul, don't give it back
With the old joke that we all know
Life has its ups and downs he often told
As he started to wear they bought him a chair
Just within reach of the buttons there
Some days though he'd be asleep
Happens more and more quite frequently
That's why no one knew that he'd been dead
A month of Sundays the coriner said
He'd passed away they believe
Somewhere between floor 1 and floor 19
The tenets now help themselves out
Thinking of the one that never said much out loud
Just an elevator man
If he had a name, he never said
Copyright © Mike Hauser | Year Posted 2018
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