I used to see him at the station
Waiting alone on the platform.
He on the other side,
While I was surrounded by the crowd,
Hustling and bustling, waiting for the train.
He would sit quietly reading the paper,
A gentle smile on his face,
As if he were laughing at us.
We pushed and shoved one another,
Trying to get the best spot
To get on the train.
His train arrived and he gently stepped on,
Took the seat of his choice
From the many of which he could pick.
My train arrived and the scrum would start
To try and find a space, let alone a seat.
The train would move,
I would be on my way with the crowd,
This crowd of people,
All going with the flow,
To our day of drudgery.
The day I retired that all ceased,
And I like that man I used to see
Would walk with a smile on my face,
As peace and harmony came to me,
As I then became,
The man going the other way.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 7th, 2023 00:59
- Comment from author about the poem: Going the other way can be so relaxing
- Category: Reflection
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Comments4
Best time of my life - retirement, Andy. Can continue forever as far as I'm concerned........
Albatross one of my favourite instrumentals, BTW.
Thank you Dave, yes I agree, retirement is wonderful as every day is a Saturday.
Andy
Good write Gold.
Thanks Orchi.
Beautiful 💖
Thank you Teddy.
Andy
This is very insightful.I like the flow.Well done
Most kind David, thank you.
Andy
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