My feeling is down, when I'm going up;
the escalator in any store.
I fear the worst when it gets to the top;
As my shoe or foot might get caught.
I steady myself, the best that I can;
but still wobble all over the place.
An arm has been offered by many a man;
All due to the alarm on my face.
But even so, my panic is great;
and I just can not go with the flow.
Whatever I do, I simply just hate;
Escalators, wherever I go.
Copyright ©2004 Donni-Jay De-Ville
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