On The Escalator

by Ron R. Lacson

There were this little girl and this little boy

On the escalator standing side by side 

Playing their feet’s rhythm like a toy

It’s a short journey yet a happy ride

One looks up, and the other looks down

One is at the moment; the other looks ahead

She is his queen, and he gives her a crown

Hear each whisper, and giggle is what it said

On the escalator, the fun does not cease

From top going down, even in going up

Closeness is apparent; fun is what they wish

Their joy is hot, like a good tea on a cup

When it’s done, they look back with glee

Their eyes speak as if they want more

Their hearts connect, their minds foresee

Another time of playing, on the escalator