The Many Stairs I Climb for You

Up and down, they say
Carrying things up, up and away.
And then returning back to the scene
To carry more stuff until you're lean (but not mean).

There are many stairs upon which you step,
And many steps upon which you stares,
Many more stairs than the number of reps
That we have in this country of ours.

The sun beats down upon the ground,
And it makes the world feel hot,
And there's no shade anywhere to be found,
But there is water to be got.

Nevertheless, I'd go through all of this,
To give my wife her deserved bliss,
And I want to make sure that before we retire,
We make another move to some place even higher.