Elevator

A poem based on a dream :D

I was in an elevator with strangers from all walks of life

Far from them I stood, one might think we have some kind of strife

Each has a floor to go, with things to do I think I know

I made good use of logic, spinned boredom into a show

One pressed number two, a poop was stuck in his shoe
He was with his girlfriend, he didn't know what to do

She pressed twenty-three, this must be her age, I reckon
looked like she's on a shopping spree, and smelled of salon

I presumed him a fine bachelor, off to the sixty-ninth floor

a wine in one hand, bouquet in the other, an inviting odor

An old man to seventy-eight, on top of him lies a heavy weight
Hands folded, verses chanted "Gracious Father, I hope I am not too late!"

Then I was left alone, all have left, all have gone along
but I remained there standing, asking "Where do I belong?"

The elevator waited as I answer such question
and kept its door open while I search for a conclusion

I remained in blur when it got impatient, and closed its door upon me
when suddenly it reopened with voices asking me to tarry! 

Reviews

[Phill Oz O'fee]

Life’s ups and downs on a vertical poetic observational platform; people watching and questioning one’s own place in the grand scheme of things! Very neatly written …. :-)