Stairs in life

one, two, three
soon be thirty three
then forty three,
and sixty three

finally downwards
one two three
just that, there you lay
nothing in hand

a simple, white cloth
and a silent you
that moment so true
is so near, so far

depends what you do
tomorrow and day after
live and laughter
love and laughter

angel, or demon
ordinary human
baron grand trade
intellect high grade

courage or afraid
fighting on bread
master or a maid
good or really bad

it is upto you
whatever you do
pulse! still pulsating
stairs! are waiting