Do you remember them?
The steps
Which you used and reached the top, up and above.
The steps which bowed before you and bore your burden.
Helped you reach the altitudes you always dreamt of.
Now that you are on the top,
You either fly away to a far-off land
Or use the lift to reach the ground.
When you come back, the lift may not be ready and waiting for you.
It may not come down and open even if you push all the buttons.
It may get stuck halfway and refuse to budge an inch.
The rope may give way and dump you in the other world.
But the steps, the poor old steps, the same old steps
Keep waiting for you.
Even if they are worn out, they would welcome your weight
To carry you to the same old heights that you always cherished.
How many kinds and how very kind.
Alive or gone
They would still cheer you to the goals,
The steps
Do you remember them?
You only know to use them, not even thank them
And fall from the height and perish.
Remember, the steps perhaps remember you
You on the ground,
You in the sky.
But do you remember them?
The steps?
