It was just another day
I was going to my cafe 
I got onto the escalator 
Inching me up on my north-easterly way 

I turned around to the sound 
Of a straining, hassled parent 
As he looked at his little one
His mildly stern gaze quite apparent 

The boy looked away; he was not in the mood 
To be held back from his play
The stairs running up all on their own!
What fun to skip around on them all day! 

I sensed his bright happy energy 
Even as his little hand was grasped 
In restraint; in gentle admonishment 
Grown-up impatience was writ quite large!

The agitatated parent caught my eye
As I took in the scene from five stairs above
I smiled; he smiled; something freed up
And he looked back down at his little son

He picked him up and kissed his cheek
Then up on his shoulders the little boy went
The child gave a glorious whoop of joy
As on the magical stairway he made his ascent.  

I looked up, the special journey was ending
I bade it farewell with a skip and a hop
The child still grinning chortled with laughter
It was just another sweet day out and about.