Wonderful perspective
If you counted all the stairs in the whole wide world
How many would there be
I bet there are a million
But I can only count to three
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And if you count them going up
Do you count them going down
Stairs can go both ways you know
Between the roof and ground
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Some stairs go in circles
And others go up straight
Some stairs go all by themselves
But if they stop, you’ll have to wait
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And who decided that each step was not quite high enough
And that they had to build another one
I bet their job was tough
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Some stairs go to rooftops
Some stairs go to floors
Some stairs go to balconies
And some to attic doors
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But of all the stairs, the very best
Are no great mystery
The very best stairs in the whole wide world
bring…
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An old poem of mine had a somewhat upbeat view of Stairs….
STAIRS
Climb or fall these stairs
With my thoughts and fears.
Cheering amidst cries,
Roaming these same lairs.
In agony no one cares
And victory everyone shares.
In dark shadows for jeers
Or painting an admirer tears.
If I ascend to what’s theirs
Or descend to suit my peers;
I can only pluck my hairs,
No one ever does satisfies.
Picking what’re life’s wares,
For my life are my own stairs.