Come here and watch the trains go by.
Stand and watch!
Wave at all the windows,
There are faces there! All blank in silent thoughts,
Or stuffing pies into their mouths
And reading copies of The Times.
They only catch a glimpse of you,
White shirt and socks,
A school-girl skirt of navy blue,
But you see all of them remember;
No King or Queen Princess or Prince,
Just nameless nobodies,
All framed and glazed
Like some cheap Sunday market prints.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Geoff Skellon. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.