The Train Station
He was just a child
He would watch the trains
Every night at the same time
It was never more than ten minutes late
That was how he learned to tell time
They became his life
Then the day came when the trains stopped
It had been so many years
No one knew it was going to happen
But one day it was gone
Now he is an old man
That train stop is still making a few memories
But he does have one wish
When he dies, please let him die on that lonely bench
That way, it will be his first step to heaven
© Poem – XIV/I/MMXXVI
LRET
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