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: September 5th, 2024 01:05
- Comment from author about the poem: I still walk against the flow along my own path.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments7
You are a Libra it's in your nature just like it is in mine. 🌹
Very true Teddy, thank you.
Andy
He was going against my flow - of singing on the other train! lol.
Thank you Orchi.
Gold as always, your thoughts are positive. I too go against the flow and sometimes feel the current pushing the other way. Nevertheless, it is a good feeling, and sometimes the current carries me to wonderful places. Enjoyed the poem Gold
Yes soren we can go to many wonderful places where others do not reach. Thank you.
Andy
Yup, the joy of the simple life.
Great write Andy
Very true John, thank you.
Andy
A very satisfying summation of retirement and freedom, Andy - I can relate completely.
Thank you Dave, yes I am sure you can relate.
Andy
A fine write. I'm currently on the busy platform. I'll give you a wave next time I see you. 🙂
Thank you Tom, I shall see you amongst the crowd.
Andy
Nothing like the relative peace and harmony of no longer being in the rat race, running the treadmill like an obedient and hopeless gerbil...getting NOWHERE. Me loves. This is too beautifully rendered with superb accompaniment.
Thank you Missy, so very true.
Andy
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