Staircase

When I was a younger man
Merely just a boy
I would sit on those stairs
And play with my toys
I would sit on the stoop
Of the great staircase
Until time took its toll
Upon my young face

And when I grew up
I still sat alone
Upon the first stair
And rested my bones
My life was in front of me
My life was behind me
But there I sat
And waited quietly

And now I'm older
With a withered face
And here I rest
Upon the staircase
The grand-father clock
Was trying to tell me something
So I turned with out-stretched arms toward the top
And saw nothing