Winston Harding Poems
On The Elevator
Rushing to work, up in the sky
Taking the elevator, up! Up! Up!
People coming in, one by one
Dressed appropriately, never a smile
People sadden by age, by profession
Ravished by economic turns, never a smile
People with relationship problems, enter en masse
Never, never a smile
Looking at the ceiling, the floor
Never smiling at each other
Never a word of hope, heard
You said hello, they frown on you
How dare you talk to a stranger
On the elevator? How dare you?
You wonder aloud; are these people from outer space?
On the elevator, crowded,...
Thanks, thanks, thanks.
God I give you thanks for
My precious life today.
I give you thanks for
All you have done for me.
This is Thanksgiving Day
Yet everyday is thanksgiving for me
You watched over me in my sleep