People At A Train Station Pub
Sat in the York Tap waiting to go home, I started to people watch and imagine what was happening, I wrote my imaginations down as this poem.
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People at a train station pub
Sat alone
Longing for home
The world on your back
In an old rucksack
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A long awaited meeting
With a happy greeting
Celebrated with a glass
Till your ways go past
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Drinking to forget
Some grim past I bet
A drink to manage
But you ignore the damage
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A poet in the corner hiding
Words from his pen sliding
Immortalising us all
In his illegible scrawl
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Hope you enjoy, please feel free to comment.
The Lonely Recluse.
i seriously love this one way too much
Glad you like it so much.
The Lonely Recluse.