It starts slow, works hard, to pull the wight <br />Of all the freight <br />Train <br />Of thoght <br />So slow don't know if it will leave the station <br />At all, <br />Ever <br />Now <br />Or if it has left before <br /> <br />People have sat in front of this train <br />Wondering where it will go <br />The long hours it plows from city to city <br />From coast to coast <br /> <br />What is my destination? <br />What do you read in my face? <br /> <br />The freights are old <br />This train belongs to the people of the city <br />Graffiti <br />A familiar face <br />A shout out to let you know that <br />I am here <br />The people are here <br />This train belongs to the people of the city<br /><br />Jacquelyn Rocha<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-train-leaving-the-station/
