The Building of Life
Your entering an elevator
in the skyscraping building of life.
As you step through the doors
your uncertain of which floor is right.
So you press all the buttons
hoping to rely on your sight.
Upon reaching the first floor
look who steps in, it's your wife.
Reaching the next floor,
your child comes running in.
You embrace them with happiness,
as the doors close once again
Then onto the next floor
with a bunch of smiles you all go.
Upon reaching the next floor
another child runs in "Oh no?"
Whats going on?
This wasn't part of the plan?
"Oh well I can take it,
that's right, I'm a strong man."
As you reach the next floor
your wife says this is it.
Exiting the elevator,
your kids start to throw a fit.
As you are about to exit
you see your wifes hand on the door.
Then she turns to you and says,
"Why don't you go up one more floor"
With the doors closing,
you see tears in your wifes eyes.
"Why would she be crying?
Was she telling me goodbye?"
Reaching the next floor,
you decide to see what this floor is all about.
This must be the right floor you sense,
in your mind with out a doubt.
As you turn to the elevator
to go back down one floor to your wife.
You see there is no down button,
for the elevator in this building of life
Dan Kearley:11-30-11
Copyright © Dan Kearley | Year Posted 2011
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