Here I come
No passengers
Fixed on my way
The tracks are bumpy
Breaking through
Your standing by waiting
I pass on by
I'm not stopping
You won't wait
When I'm back
The station is empty
I turn around
Back down that lonely line.
You/He should have been more patient (har har!) Nice little poem though.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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A refined poetic imagination, David Bunnell. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.