Part of the family

I'm like that little man who wasn't there when everyone else went up the stairs.

I wasn't there again today, I wish those others would stay away.

I thought their presence diminished me, but then I slowly began to see

I wasn't there like the grandfather clock who's always been there since tick and tock

And like the wallpaper that hugs the walls, I'm part of the family both shorts and talls

So when they don't notice me its like missing your toes, that are always right there just like your nose.

It's if I were gone they would be sad to see that there was no longer old lovable me.

I'm part of the family, part of that stair and not seeing me means I'm always there.