The Man On The Train Poem by Paul Warren

I had been at College that evening
After work I was not thinking of anything
Just sitting down on the train all alone
Wanting to just make my way home

The train came into Salisbury stop
And I saw a man onto the train hopped
He had a pronounced limp when he walked in
Sitting down across from me and started talking

He said that he had been away from his family a long time
And looked forward to seeing them again fate being kind
For he had seen many things in his journeys made
By ship to support the Old Country with his blade

I found his story not so interesting as it went on
Dosing as the train rocked along on the rail's song
When I woke I saw the man was gone and I was indn Adelaide
I walked from the train onto the concourse slowly made

On the eastern side of the concourse there was a display on the wall
With photographs of military men with notes about their deeds all
I looked at each photograph until I saw a familiar face amongst them
It was the man awarded the Victoria Cross posthumously near the war's end.

© Paul Warren Poetry