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I am so bored at work, my boss is still not in.
Everyone else seems so busy, so i decided to keep myself occupied and wrote a poem. So much for being poetic. haahaa...
The Train Ride
The scrambling for time, the rushing hour array,
Through the shuffling of trains and people, whisked our days away.
I stood in the corner, watching this orchestrated play,
Replay day after day with slight variations each day.
The old lady in sleep, the little girl in plaits, the young executive in suit,
Each with a different life story to tell, their dreams to pursue.
Perhaps life isn’t that monotonous, as it seems in a glance,
With the blink of an eye, new players join the dance.
In tandem they moved between the stations and train doors,
The train comes to a halt; my neighbor woke up in a loss,
I smiled at him, “You have just missed a great show.”
Everyone else seems so busy, so i decided to keep myself occupied and wrote a poem. So much for being poetic. haahaa...
The Train Ride
The scrambling for time, the rushing hour array,
Through the shuffling of trains and people, whisked our days away.
I stood in the corner, watching this orchestrated play,
Replay day after day with slight variations each day.
The old lady in sleep, the little girl in plaits, the young executive in suit,
Each with a different life story to tell, their dreams to pursue.
Perhaps life isn’t that monotonous, as it seems in a glance,
With the blink of an eye, new players join the dance.
In tandem they moved between the stations and train doors,
The train comes to a halt; my neighbor woke up in a loss,
I smiled at him, “You have just missed a great show.”