Don't go without him

The guard has blown his whistle
and the man with the bristle
is running behind
long scruffy hair
but he looks kind
and now he's resigned
to being left behind.
and what upsets me
as his plastic bag bounces against his knee
is how quickly he accepted defeat
how quickly he found a seat
where he waits for the next train
it shows for him it is always the same
he goes through life
wihtout putting up resistance
and I watch as he fades into the distance
I hope he catches his next train
that he's not too long waiting in the rain.
His life is one of frustration
his life is one big train station