How many times
Must I stand here and wait
For a train to arrive
Yet again running late
How many times
Must I listen to lies?
Untruth clearly seen
In the own tellers eyes
How many times
Must I have to be told?
That I don’t understand
Am I getting to old?
How many times
Must I right someone’s wrong
Forever I think
Cos It’s where I belong
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
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