Allergic to stairs
Unclimbable manmade mountainsides,
Leading to most public domains,
As old as the birth of human civilization,
Still visible in ancient remains.
One small step for some men daily,
Some take two at a time,
Others dance up and down them,
But I’m allergic to the climb.
I can’t feel that soft stairs carpet,
Under my bare morning feet,
I can’t stupidly slide down rails,
Till the floor and I rudely meet.
The top steps are out of bounds,
A most hazardous zone of no go,
Filled with high danger and death,
Like a river where rapids flow.
The jagged appearance repels me,
Out of reach like cliff top rocks,
Up my steps lies a land of wonders,
The staircase laughs and mocks.
But no matter how much I try to,
Or the sheer bravery I call upon,
My allergy keeps me off the stairs,
Their flights make me move on.
One step beyond my top level,
A staircase to my glass ceiling,
The words drinks on the top floor,
Always have left me reeling.
Antihistamines don’t relieve me,
My allergies much to strong,
Only ramps and lifts help me,
But I know there’s nothing wrong,
I always go round unseen ways,
When ordinary people use stairs,
You take in some private views,
If you drive round in wheechairs.