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) (
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Comments7
Yes, it can be strange going the other direction, when most are travelling the other way.
It certainly is Orchi.
Andy
Memories eh .. Sweet 😎👍
Thank you Neville.
Andy
A peaceful poem Gold with a happy ending. It is a shame that most do not get to fully retire anymore working part time jobs to make ends meet so this poem feels so peaceful and reminds me of my father's era and that of my grandfather. Very nicely written bringing a sense of nostalgia
Thank you soren, yes I am very lucky to be retired for thirteen years after working for 47 years and 1 month without ever being out of work.
Andy
You are most welcome Andy and that is very fortunate now days things have changed quite a bit in the job market
Good write, Andy. I am enjoying it.
Thank you Jerry, so am I.
Andy
I'm listening to the Chopin Nocturne as I write this comment, it is so beautiful and at the top of my morning playlist when I walk. And your poem is just as exquisite as this piece of music, for it is truly you, the man who is going the other way.
Thank you for your very kind words Bella, much appreciated.
Andy
There's a time when one should live in harmony, and you do it in style dearest Andy. 🌹
Most kind Teddy, thank you.
Andy
Hear Hear - gone from the rat race to a dignified elegant canter.
Very true Dave.
Andy
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