Changing Gears Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

Many stories high above a muted town
The sky is filled with drifting clouds
Blanketing a shrunken scene upon the ground
Slate gray sidewalks are absent of crowds

Decades melt away as thoughts progress
Growing older day by day changes the view
No longer are there active signs of success
Time has shifted… changing what I once knew

A ceasing cable movement halts the elevator
A sweet fragrance lingers as the door opens
Inaudible footsteps exit…they are no more
The essence of being…reminds now and then

7/20/09