At one time, where we lived,
morning commuters stood on
long wooden platforms,
patiently waiting and watching for
a dark blue train with wicker seats.
The light posts
that rose above the shoulders
of the metal railing
were a smudgy light green color
that looked like shower heads.
Earlier models resembled hooks.
When the train finally rolled up
and people took their seats,
that’s when the cacophonous sound of
unfolding newspapers filled the car.
But that’s in the past.
I’m a ghost now
who sees a different world.
The days when men wore suits
and donned hats are long gone.
People were friendly and respectful.
They mentioned their children’s birthdays
talked politics, or sat quietly
reading the sports section.
These days, the devil is loose.
Metal platform railings hold graffitti.
Newspapers are replaced by gadgets,
and the amount of mentally ill people
roaming around from time to time
is starting to increase.
Call me old-fashioned,
but those old trains
and wooden platforms…
I liked them a lot better.
I like the old trains. It’s like being transported to the past when you get to sit in one. Went to a train exhibit once.
I remember them well. Thanks for the comment, Fia.
You described such a great time. Where safety was expected and not out of the ordinary.
Everyone was at ease and not erratic. Nowadays you never know.
I also enjoyed the pic!
Right you are. I thank you for your comment. :))
Powerfully penned, Tim. Excellent write my friend, I remember when railroad crossings and locomotives were abundant as well. Dig this! Appreciate you.
Damian
Thanks for all your comments, Damian. They’re much appreciated. 🙂