I Put My Stamp on Upside-Down

I told her
seeing tomorrow
IS the goal
but then I knew
my comment
trite
and foolish
like a resounding escalator
whirling without a single
willing rider like us
so bravely taking our next step
bogging spatted feet
until we reach the top
only to find our faded postcards
will not be delivered
on this or any upcoming
Saturday
‘cause God forbid
we lose a dime
as it slips between
the steps of time
and we are stranded
when the power
stops.