As Kids
We run up the down escalator
And down the up escalator
Enjoying
Playing
Living our days happily
Now
As adults
We walk up the up escalator
And down the down escalator
To get places faster
To do work
No more joy
No more play
But sometimes
If you look closely
Once in a while
You can see a flicker of joy
Across an adults face
Hurrying to the almost departing train
Doing their own little victory dance
When they make it before the doors close
Then they sit
And get back to the office
To get back to their desk
To get back to life
And it’s gone
And it remains just a glimpse into their past
As they sit
And make a future for themselves.
Dec 8, 2010
Dec 8, 2010 at 10:54 PM UTC
As Kids
We run up the down escalator
And down the up escalator
Enjoying
Playing
Living our days happily
Now
As adults
We walk up the up escalator
And down the down escalator
To get places faster
To do work
No more joy
No more play
But sometimes
If you look closely
Once in a while
You can see a flicker of joy
Across an adults face
Hurrying to the almost departing train
Doing their own little victory dance
When they make it before the doors close
Then they sit
And get back to the office
To get back to their desk
To get back to life
And it’s gone
And it remains just a glimpse into their past
As they sit
And make a future for themselves.
Written while riding a MARTA train. Fall 2010