The Train Poem by Vision Ghost

The day though not so far passed as does this vehicle
Grinding upon steel as closure is sought in day’s cycle
Wearied and tired, reflective yet in depth of thought
Thinking over the events that another day brought

Passing in steadiness are the structures and creations
Of building, structure, factory, houses and stations
Invading for a second; insight of other peoples lives
As they are now at home, relaxed as my heart strives

Early signs of fatigue creep over me before evening
When all shall be calm before another day dawning
Looking forward to the embrace of my loved one
Quick jerk back to myself; as another station is gone

A blackberry pressed by plastic utensil ahead of me
Of an executive designer suit, worn for all to see
Gentleman probably forty at odds, frowns into LCD
Probably fathoming tomorrow as he is never free

Book being read by the girl adjacent my seating
Lost in chapters of non fiction as day is retreating
A few hours before sunset of golden reds and blue
Clear sky bringing way to the hope of stars so true

Fearing not to close my eyes in haste of missing
My stop; as the wheels grind in metallic hissing
A few left standing unlucky to not be now seated
Time that betrayed and now left feeling defeated

Of friends conjuring rendezvous; ears to hear all
Communications of business make way for social
Of so what John said to Ian and Barbara said too
Train rattles on in time felt journey so through

Before coming to the point of my own station stop
Open up doors as my tired feet to platform drop
Onward the train rolls into an evening as hours late
Sounds distant behind me as I make way to the gate