Stairway to Heaven - An Ode to Escalators
Stairway to Heaven - an ode to the moving stair
There are two ways to go fast or slow.
It's a Marmite moment.
What's your choice of movement?
An opinion pole of the escalator was
Love them madly
Or ... see you later.
They pander to the paranoid
As they take you on into the void.
Trap your laces or pinch your fingers
The fear factor makes sure no-one lingers.
Immovable statues let the machine take the strain
Who to the A.D.H.D. are a constant pain.
Love them or hate them they are here to stay
Impassive temptation for a child to play.
Going nowhere on infinite loop
With stair tread ridges full of doggy poop.
Conveyor of the working class
With sweaty palms holding railway pass.
Comfort food for the over eater
Hillside challenge for the late and fleeter.
Up to heaven or down to hell.
Which way we'll go you never can tell.
Escalators are everywhere but do you love them or hate them?
This is a short poem or ode, if you like, that was written on a railway platform waiting for the train to work. It's about escalators. Moving stairs are everywhere, especially in shops, subway's, underground and metro stations. They are not everyone's cup of tea. You either love them or hate them. People worry about how to walk on to them and how to walk off. They think the treads will catch their clothes or show laces and drag them kicking and screaming into the stairway mechanism. Okay that's a bit extreme but a lot of people feel more than a little disquiet when they have to use them.
Mum's fret that kids will fall on them. Kid's want to run up them the wrong way. People carry their dog's on them. Cyclists have fifty different ways of managing their bikes on them. An ex-colleague spent five minutes walking up the down escalator while texting on his cell, not realising a small crowd had gathered to amuse themselves at his expense!
A person's personaity is reflected in they way they move or don't move on the stair. Some people steadfastly refuse to take a single step and insist the machine do all the work. Others must move at all costs and become irate if their path is blocked by the spacially unaware or side by side chatty people.
Whatever your preferences, I'm sure there is some aspect of personality that is moved by the moving stair.
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