The Elevator Man

All day the elevator man

     Throughout the busy town,

In nasal tones, inquires if we

     Are going up or down.

‘Tis easy there, the way is there,

     We quickly must decide;

The gate is swing, we’re “all aboard”,

     And started on our ride.

Sometimes it strikes a deeper note

     As common places can

We ponder o’er the words of him,

     The elevator man.

And in the broader walks of life,

     Both in or out of town,

We wonder if we’re going u,

     Or are we coming down?

‘Tis well to halt, once in a while

     Life’s rushing caravan,

And ponder o’er the words of him,

     The elevator man.

March 10-12, ‘09