It was an easy choice. |
| Tired and weary I stood in the rain Waiting with others To get on the train Long week away Meetings complete Need my own bed A good night’s sleep I overhear a man Telling of his bride Her name is Grace He says with pride She waits at home He got special leave Only three days A short reprieve But time enough Said with a smile Meet his new son Hold him awhile We hear the news The train is nearing Get tickets ready Suddenly, I’m hearing A shout of dismay Where is my bag? It was at my feet Left is just the tag My ticket is gone What have I done? No money left I won’t see my son No hard decision Look around to find Conductor is there Point, hand him mine The least I could do He protects all of us Home a little later I can take a bus Line Count = 40 Writer's Cramp Entry 11/15/22 ▶︎ |