We’re always going up or down
Or getting lost or being found
We have to hold on to the rail
Or else we will be falling
We’re always going here and there
And trudging on the endless stair
Laboriously to inhale
And realize it’s appalling
The shape we’re in how lost we are
How close it is to feel so far
And why in stairwells we must dwell
And live our gaps in parallel
To share is human:
Nice..
Fabulous poem! I am at that stage now in life *laughs*