Poet's Dream Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Stairs always going up and down, never finding a way to
go from side to side, they remain immobile and people
take it in stride.

Having invented escalators to climb up or down a little
bit faster and easier than usual.

Still nothing that will move from one side to the other
with any amount of speed.

Great inventions are always in need and it seems that
poets must first have the dreams of them in order for
them to one day become realities.