A Set Of Stairs

A set of stairs
not one but two
some up
some down
but when I look around
I simply sat
to wonder all the souls –
who’ve tread……
and left a trail of creaks.

The weight of life
has worn us down
to a hollow middle plane
yet still…..
we jut our nose
so it can take the brunt.

Now on the landing we stand
on firmly solid ground
to pause a moment –
look up,
then down –
so we can choose
our path.