Poem #14 - Waiting for the Elevator

I am waiting for the elevator to come,
Trying to be patient and then some.
Why is it taking so long,
I contemplate,
Surely if it does not come in the next two minutes,
I will be very late.

I look up at the flashing numbered light,
I sigh out loud,
Is this going to take all night?

This movable transporter is stuck at floor number twenty-seven,
Why so long? I ask,
Is that the door leading into the gates of heaven?

At my watch I impatiently glance,
Silently pleading with time to stop,
Please do,
I'll even start to dance.
Unfortunately, the watch was synchronized to run on time real,
So I can't force it to cooperate and pretend it did fail.

I look up once more,
On twenty-seven it is stuck still,
I can't force it to come down with my mental will.
So I do what anyone would do,
I take the stairs uphill,
And by the time I reach my floor,
I have had my exercise fill.

The End