Waiting for the Train

Stone and steel, track and rail,
Aged by sun and rain.
All the world parading by,
Waiting for the train.
Bleak and stark, the station waits
In sore need of repair,
Rusting, peeling,
Iron and concrete,
Captioned in despair.
Still the travelers storm its' gates
In passive mute attack;
Destinations never heard of
Somewhere down the track.
Every flavor, every fashion,
Oregon to Maine.
There's no telling what you'll see while
Waiting for the train.

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