My six-year-old self runs up the stairs
With boundless energy and no cares
Each step a mystery, each climb a game
An adventure bound up with joyful laughter
With cautious airs skipping a step here and there
My sixty-year-old self walks up the stairs
With careful steps and cautious airs
Each climb is a reminder of life's wear
I take my time with much more thought
My six-year-old's feet patter and pound
As they dance up each step with a playful sound
My little heart filled with glee
As I ascend toward infinity
My sixty-year-old steps are slow and steady
Each movement is measured and calm, yet ready
My heart beats on, though time has passed
With each step, a memory is cast
My six-year-old and sixty-year-old may seem worlds apart
Yet both share a journey, a climb of the heart
One with boundless energy, the other with care
Both rising up, one stair at a time, to a place up there
Happened today at the Fitchburg Public Library
