Stairs always connect, going up and
down,
Right upto the roof top,
With the basement underground.
Trampled and trodden by countless
human feets,
Its back- bending work is left unseen!
With the advent of the automatic lift to
ride,
Saved time and energy and back-braking
climb!
The stairs were ignored and looked down
upon,
It would be fool-hardy to kick the ladder
one climbs on!
One day the lifts went for sixes and ten,
The Janitor hung the 'Out Of Order ' sign
then!
The old stair once again came back into
use,
Good old friends should never be forgotten,
or abused!
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'The old stair once again came back into use, Good old friends should never be forgotten, or abused! ' A dazzling poem started with the stunning lines. Ending of the poem is very perceptive. Love the whole piece,10+