On the Train
Commuting via train five days a week to and from work, I mingle with a throng of strangers who remain oblivious of me as I am of them. However, observing them during idle times spent on board as I await to get to my station, I can't help but notice how their placid expressions belie the truth that each one of us has a cross to bear.
The minute I got on the train,
No one was there who was not sane.
Of men and women, strangers all,
Whose faces bore no trace of pain.
Not a hint of joy or sadness.
A glint of fear or loneliness.
Yet underneath their worries hide.
Each one on the brink of madness.
Life has its ways for every man,
And we strive as best as we can
To get a glimpse of the sunrise,
While some waited, the others ran.
And there we were headed somewhere.
As to where not one seemed to care.
Of one thing we were all aware,
Hope awaits us when we get there.
No one was there who was not sane.
Of men and women, strangers all,
Whose faces bore no trace of pain.
Not a hint of joy or sadness.
A glint of fear or loneliness.
Yet underneath their worries hide.
Each one on the brink of madness.
Life has its ways for every man,
And we strive as best as we can
To get a glimpse of the sunrise,
While some waited, the others ran.
And there we were headed somewhere.
As to where not one seemed to care.
Of one thing we were all aware,
Hope awaits us when we get there.
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