Discovered the stairway to Heaven –
twelve steps; worn out, old,
feeling underwhelmed for sure;
expected the stairs to be gold.
These steps are littered with people –
broken glass crunches under the shoe,
some linger on Step one for a year –
I easily hop to Step two.
Two-stepped stairs five and six –
almost at Heaven’s door,
looking down, can’t help but wonder:
why so many seem stuck on Step four?
Arrived at the twelfth Step in no time –
a mirror is all that I see,
nothing new; its reflection ordinary
staring back – is the same old me.
Should you decide to climb the staircase
many have tried – often unawares,
the staircase is not nearly as important;
the magic lies in the Stairs!