THE STEPS

I watch, as people keep moving up or down

Sometimes calmly, sometimes running in a hurry

Years rolled by, and I kept watching the family all the time

Every day, in and out, as their life goes on as a routine

The children, so frightened were they, of myself

Holding the side railing, their tiny feet stepped

Fast the time flew, they were now young and fast

No more climbing, every two steps they jumped

Running for school or football matches, they did

Ever restless young blood, I kept watching happily

The boy one day, absorbed in conversation, with lady love

Today he did sit, for hours talking, enjoying my comfort

Many more years had passed, but I still stood here

The next newborn kids had taken up the fast running

An Ambulance entered one day, and a stretcher moved inside

Carrying the ailing man, men did find it very difficult,

I heard the son and mother talking seriously near me

When the Dad returns from the hospital, we will need

A wheelchair for dad to move becomes a must, Mom

We have to make a ramp and have to knock off the steps

I am now waiting on my last days, men to break me

I know well, that anyone with or without life here

Everything coming inside this world had to go, one day

Nothing to feel sorrow, I am happy that at least I served