Two Trains
The railroad ride was smooth as silk
Though it was ten degrees.
The train was just a minute late –
No time to feel the freeze.
We passed through towns of snow-topped homes
While sitting warm and snug,
The ticket taker’s attitude
As friendly as a hug.
But at Grand Central, we got off
And had to make a switch
To ride the city subway;
Let’s enumerate each glitch:
The crowded platform packed with people
Cursing the delays;
The trash-strewn tracks accruing more
On which the rats will graze.
Announcements stating that all trains
Are locals, not express;
Yet finally, we cram on board
As all those bodies press.
We go one stop and then the doors
On certain cars won’t close.
We’re ordered off and stumble out –
Well, that’s the way it goes.
We grab a cab and make it home
And think of those two trains –
Whatever calm the rail provides,
The subway quickly drains.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2018
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