Final Ride
The elevator took its time,
A long delay on 3
And when it hit the lobby,
This is what confronted me:
Two men, their arms all wrapped around
What I believed to be
A covered piece of furniture,
As far as I could see.
I almost joked that it appeared
To look like someone dead,
But when I saw the stretcher,
Well, it filled my mind with dread.
I turned around; the doorman
Caught my eye and shook his head.
The message got through clearly,
Though the details weren’t said.
I’ve lived there over 40 years
And other tenants died.
I’d never seen one take
That final elevator ride.
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