We step inside, it’s automated
Long time since the likes were gated
Though they do still exist
No lift attendant – the good old days?
Doors closing the Lady says
Going up she speaks once more
A number of stops before the top floor
Peering out through the glass cage
High, high, above the crowds
People rushing to and fro
No time it seems for a quick hello
Moving it appears on auto-pilot
Taking stock only of hand held gizmos
Some would look at you aghast
Conversation a thing of the past
Doors opening the Lady says
We nod in her direction – silent praise.
Poetry from The Man Shed
© Chris Black
~The Poet’s Poet~
15/02/2020
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I remember the elevator ladies! A lot of the department stores in Montreal had them. They wore white gloves and uniforms. Thanks for the memories.
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Sometimes Fransi it’s the simple things in life that make a difference. Hope you’re in good fettle.
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I am thanks Chris. Hope you are as well.
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Thanks Fransi, still pulling the devil by tale!!!
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Excellent!!!
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|||||||||Only now do I spot the spelling error!!!
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😀
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