Waiting

The first train is always for Richmond
Except when I want to go there
No matter what my destination
There's a train that is going elsewhere
All I ask is my train's first on average
For I think that would only be fair
But the second train, too, is a wrong 'un
Though the waiting I surely can bear
As I wait on the platform downhearted
At what's happening around I'm aware
And there's usually something amusing
I can write in a ditty to share
There's a man with a woman's umbrella
Hiding all that he can in his fist
There's a boy with a face full of chocolate
Who's insisting his mother gets kissed
There's a woman who's so busy talking
That her ice cream's all over her wrist
So if the first train I had boarded
Just look at the fun I'd have missed

Copyright K E Breadmore 2001