Women and a Train
One day standing on a platform,
A women in her finest frock,
Stood by as the train came to a stop,
Stopping just in front of her, eye
Level yes, it was.
Was a young man and his wife,
Looking out the window,
The young man gave a sigh, as he
Came eye to eye, with this maiden,
on the platform, from ear to ear
She returnes with a smile, .
As the young man did no wrong,
Broke no spiritual command, seducing
An unarmed girl with a friendly smile,
The train moves on, no good bye,
gives a cry as he comes eye to eye with
his wife, twisting his ear,
explains: snap out of it my dear.
I wonder what happened? To this beautiful
Young lady standing, as we pass by?
Charles Garcia
Nov 2003
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
...Maybe she was just a dream, composed by imagination. Maybe she was just a shape, expressed by the smoke. ...Maybe...Just another reason, for the train to move and for the man to pass by. Lovely poem Mr. Garcia.