The London Train

     
The train drew in the station    
waited for the fares    
shiny new and grey.    
Four million quid at least,    
half a dozen got on board    
four minutes he was off    
to Marylebone I'm told    
and other stops between.    
Adventure? On a holiday?    
or simply going home?    
Some will sit in seats    
more comfort than at home    
and doze or dream or both    
and let the fields go by    
before the setting sun.    
I lean upon the red brick wall    
pleased for them who take the ride    
I'll go along some day.