David Chadwick

Commuter Haiku

 

The slow train ambles

Up to the platform; it knows

You have a meeting

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The ticket is lost

Ten trips you will never take

Your life is shorter

 

          ****

 

The doors are now closed

Push the button all you like

They won’t reopen

 

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The boys sit and laugh

Today age gets no respect

You stand up and ache

 

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On the empty train

The handgrips swing and long for

Someone to hold them