On the Train
On the train, there’s room to spare
And lovely air-conditioned air.
I have 2 seats – no need to share;
It’s pleasant, no disputing.
The windows give a city view
Of buildings on Park Avenue
And sometimes a construction crew,
Their hoes and diggers rooting.
At every station, people board,
Their day beginning, heading toward
A job or visit, their reward
For miles of such commuting.
For me, this type of travel’s rare,
A different way of getting there.
No traffic causing me despair,
Anxiety diluting.
The novelty’s what makes it cool
But daily train rides, as a rule,
Would not be fun, as any fool
Would never be refuting.
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