Train

I can hear the rumble

Of metal on track

A far off tumble

As wheels clack

The ticket office closed

In 1982

Thrown out with lost property

A glove and a shoe

I wait on the platform

And look down the line

Your train is delayed

But I am on time

Passengers stare

They don’t say hello

But that’s because me

They, they don’t know

I see the lights distant

Your train it is here

I’m so glad you’re back home with me

My dear