by Jason McDonald
What stories has this station seen
Of people waiting for the train?
Where have these rat’ling wheels been?
Always different, always same
Silence fills a crowded room
Social lines that won’t be crossed
All wonder “will it get here soon”?
But sit so still as if they’re lost
If walls could talk, what stories then!
Of loss and love and pain and life
Oh, that it’d speak of things that’ve been
And break this silence, sharp like knife
What stories have these people seen
These humans waiting for the train?
Where have these shuffling, scuffed shoes been?
Always different, always same.
Copyright (c) 2010 Jason C. McDonald
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