Heading Downtown by Subway

The escalator keeps descending;

Seemingly, it’s never-ending,

Taking riders deep into

The bowels of the earth.

Everyone around pretending

That they’re fine, of course, depending

On their circumstances and

Just what their time is worth.

 

When the platform’s reached, there’s waiting.

Scrolling signs are indicating

When the closest train will come –

That is, if you’re in luck.

Minutes tick by, generating

Lots more people congregating

But you’ve made your choice and now

It seems that you are stuck.

 

Finally, a revelation –

See the train approach the station.

As the doors glide open, people

Rush to get inside.

Find a seat or resignation

Will stay ‘til your destination.

Then at last you exit,

Having taken it in stride.