A CASUAL DAY

A CASUAL DAY

‘Twas a regular day at the railway station,
To and fro motion of bogies,
Both passengers and goods,
Nothing unusual.

The ticking of the gigantic clock stopped years ago,
Tea and coffee sold in paper cups,
Scheduled departures and arrivals,
Nothing unusual.

Silence and distance remained the same,
Between the father and his daughter,
Both boring and battling ego,
Nothing unusual.

– Emily Parker

Skills

Posted on

November 19, 2020

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