THE OLD RAILWAY STATION


These are my track lines

Where I remember the times

Of the busy booking hall and the stationmasters call.

But now it’s all gone

Only ghosts of the past are still rolling along,

Into the abandoned siding where memories are hiding

Behind boarded up doors and ripped up oak floors.

As I stand on the iron bridge I think I wish I could sink

Into the past jubilation of the old railway station.

With head bowed I go back

Again and again to the old railway tracks

That merge and fuse like a muse with the new

Like a foot sliding into a sock then a shoe.

And it maddens it saddens me I know.

Oh why oh why did the past have to go.

 

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