RIDE THE TRAIN

Train

RIDE THE TRAIN

I ride the train each day.

For this, I need to pay?

No seat I can see.

Never is one free.

I hang from the strap above.

A soft sigh feels like a dove.

I turn my head to the side.

And do you know what I find?

A girl standing next to me.

One as pretty as can be.

She offers a small smile.

Now I could walk a mile.

I stand up taller than before.

I am now ten feet off the floor.

A slight smile before she departs.

I’m left happy as my day starts.

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Grand Central Terminal

 

Grand Central Terminal.

There is no other like you.

Keeping the pace through

the calm and the hectic.

Providing light through your

mullioned windows.

The watcher of it all.

The keeper of schedules.

But most of all, 

the keeper of time for those

passing through your lofty gates.