Train Station
I stand with my ticket,
they are forming a line,
where am I going?
I'll tell you in time.
Will it be early or will it be late?
I look at my watch...but the numbers aren't straight.
The train then arrives,
we all get on board...
fear strikes me inside as they're closing the doors.
The train looks familiar...I've seen it before,
for I've ridden this train to nowhere before
P.R. Deremer
Copyright © Pam Deremer | Year Posted 2015
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