Movement
The rain moved through the night
And right into the dawn
I awoke to the sound of a loud car horn
Got dressed, had a cup, and rushed to catch the train
I was taking the Mainline to Philly from Wayne
While riders were reading the paper or book
I felt the mansions deserved a jealous look
As we moved from the so-called good area to bad
My mind went from euphoric to sad
Boarded up houses catching my curious, roving eye
I remembered I hoped that they would all disappear
But here today this memory made me shed a tear
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