Slow Train Blues Poem by Göran Gustafsson

Went to the station to catch the train
Patiently waiting in the pouring rain
Took neither my bag nor my dog today
Couldn't hope for a further delay

Then I hear the engine's roar
Can't imagine I stand at the door
Whistle howls like a wolf at night
There's no time for another fight

Slowly winding like venomous snakes
Train comes rolling in and brakes
Right on time but a one-way track
Life goes on no turning back

Station master shouts at the horde
Doors closing! Time to board!
And the dog that I had to leave behind
Was the very last thing on my mind

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