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Train Station

January 27, 2015
By Anonymous

I once was a very busy train station. I welcomed
anybody from across the globe and off the streets
My doors let people escape from the bitter cold freeze
or the scorching heat before they left once more.

 

My owner always kept me clean and happy,
Until one day he did not return. A new man
came in to take care of me, but no one can
Ever compare to my old owner. He didn't love
me as his own, and was not happy when he visited me.
Despite the change, I kept up a happy front
and welcomed all of the people coming and going daily.

 

I became weaker as I got older, and
the man did nothing to help me. Less people
visited as I became dirtier and more feeble.
The man didn't care, soon abandoning me once more.
I sat here in my place, vacant for years, hoping for
people to come through my welcoming doors.
I thought for sure I was not going to make it
until a young couple came to visit.

 

They left after a quick tour with big smiles on their faces.
soon they came back with many different people and told
their story and plans to fix my structure because it's old.
The couple keeps talking of children. I"m sold!


The author's comments:

A quick write on a picture of an old building inspired this poem. I saw the building as a former train station no longer in use.


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