On the Move
One goes up one goes down,
Many feet trample it,
Hands on the rail,
Bag on your arm,
It will never tire,
But !!! It could break down,
It's modern engineering,
Many places have them,
It's an escalator.
Copyright © Tracy Mcfayden | Year Posted 2020
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