I listen to a train passing
In the near distance
Station but a five minute walk
So I picture myself on journeys
A travel writer, paid
Reviewing routes, hotels and food
All typed as contextual poetry
Revered and read often
I'm not that kind of writer
Never been popular
So the trains pass
Like each thought
And poem posted
I know my place on the line
It's where I sit and write
As the world passes by
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem