The Voice On the Stairs.

When i was a kid, i fell in love with our stairs

My steps springing from it when Mom served bread and eggs

Though it was old, i loved the color it wore

It was black, dark and sore

When i was seven, i heard a voice singing on the stairs

Such sweet voice it sounded like a birds'

Little did i know it was all in my head

But the voice whispered my name

Beckoning me not to scream

I begun to wonder if i was in a dream

When i was nine, i would race up and down the stairs

I saw death staring at me, Amazed

Then, i became fond of the voice on the stairs

The voice of the stairs

Often made bets with me

It promised i could become Super Mario

If i jumped the stairs with a flip

Three years later i finally gave in

Only for Mom to wheel me out of an inn

Now I'm forty-nine, I'm passing by the stairs

There lay my son, his hands broken and sore

As i looked up, it stared right at me

Black was the colour it wore.

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