Journey By Train
Body lashed on the train bench like a cold
steel pole in winter
Dead tired, covered with dirt
I only wake up when i hear that the wheels
and rails have stopped hugging
My wrinkles are covert by these clothes
filled with cement.
Hair falling like the leaves in autumn
A man has got to do everything for his family
One couple on the side cold and cuddling, i
bet they are still reminiscing about yesterday
when they were just teens.
I on the other hand sit covered with dust, tired
with my gray hair falling like tomorrows rain.
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