As I approach the long tall escalator
I negotiate every step ahead
I see a crowd of tired commuters
Not opting to walk but to stand instead
Here is my chance to prove I am fit
To walk up those stairs toward the exit
I am trying to look ever so controlled
I am breathless, and I wish my breath I could hold
It is taking forever to get to the top
I am slowing the pace, but I will not stop
As I reach and turn the corner, my body starts to flop
Helpers surround me as I suddenly drop.
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