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Monday morning on a train station

Monday morning on a train station.


 monday morning standing on a train station

 amongst the regulars on the dirty platform

 everybody have their usual certain positions

 always the same whether it's cold or warm

 every working day I always see the same sights

 standing in their favorite spots, avoiding eyes

 they're in their own worlds not wanting to talk

 attending to their breifcases, watches an' ties

 they live life as a busy nest of worker ants

 always moving about in a never ending routine

 each have a newspaper tucked under their arms

 an' upon their face a nice smile has never been

 some have their seven o'clock ritual cigarettes

 or eating their early morning chocolate bars

 others fiddle, scratch or read the newspaper

 an' some look into the sky for the fading stars

 as the people hear the train rumbling near

 their heads turn to the noise down the track

 then they take two steps qickly forward

 an' as the train stops they take one step back

 they push and shove to enter the graffitied train

 always in a mad rush to get their favorite seat

 then out comes papers headphones an' cosmectics

 most of these people you'll never get to meet

 everyday is always the same as the day before

 once in a while something different may happen

 you might even to get to meet a happy smile

 an' you hope to see that face now an' then

 it's good to meet someone who is not one of the ants

 I would be glad to see it amongst this dreary place

 just even to say “hello there, how are you today”

 so I can see a happy smile upon a pretty face
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Submitted on July 06, 2013

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I like to write all sorts of themes in my poetry. i mainly use rhyming poetry, some from personal experiences and some from characters i develop in my mind. i can be very strong with emotional use in my poetry. some have little twists, real life situations, humor and of course love, sadness, ect. more…

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