escalator.

a little girl steps on the escalator.
she's running late for a special date.
she slides like a streak of silver,
gone into the bustle.
the streets envelop her and she is gone.
the girl with her white blouse is moving on.
a little boy steps on the escalator.
he's running late for his first day at a new job.
he slides down the rail trying to clean up.
what's the use, he looks like a slob.
the escalator keeps on going.
steady, don't you worry.
down she goes, down she goes,
steady, don't you worry.
too many people fret or mull.
why are they so dull?
the escalator spits them out,
as spirits for the night.