GHOST TRAIN | Poetry

Faster than light, to London and back,
The three forty five roars down the track,
A beautiful waitress is pleased to play host,
For those we have lost, returning as ghosts.
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Peering through windows, during the night,
Curious children, sneaking a sight,
At shapes without substance, free of all pain,
Hitching a ride on the ultimate train.
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Passing through stations, sounding its horn,
Never to witness the breaking of dawn,
Where does it go to, during the day,
The mysterious train, which passes our way.
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For those we have lost, returning as ghosts,
A beautiful waitress is pleased to play host,
The three forty five roars down the track,
Faster then light .... to London back...