I study the people on the train
I study their faces
One's reading a book
Another's reading a paper
One sits so still
It's hard to believe he's human
Apart from his eyes
Moving swiftly from side to side
Maybe he's watching me!?
Another looks so sad
It's as if she could cry.
As we pull into a station
The paper is folded
As the young man gets up
Pushing his way
Out of the train
Elbowing his way through the crush.
Some people are standing on the platform
And as the train pulls out again
Someone is waving good-bye
A white hanky in their hand
And two tearful eyes.
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Author:
Bibbeck (
Offline) - Published: June 13th, 2017 17:24
- Comment from author about the poem: This one just came to me whilst travelling (UK trains, huh!) and it filled the time.
- Category: Short story
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Comments2
The ever observant poet sees all .
Good write. It is great to watch people on the trains, and with the UK trains we have plenty of time so to do!
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