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.

LET THE WORLD COME TO ME

 

 

Tall windows to let in the day.

The sun rises and shoots its ray.

I watch people saunter by.

Peek into windows up high.

Nothing can get past me.

I’m free as you can see.

To let the world come home to me.

I’m as happy as I can be.

THE MYSTERY

Where are we going in such a hurry?

With our bags all packed.

Fleeing the scene of a crime?

Perhaps a lover’s dispute?

The carriage is here.

Police sirens wail in the distance.

The story is getting better

as I watch from

my bedroom window.

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 gates.