commute
RIDE THE TRAIN
I ride the train each day.
For this, I need to pay?
No seat I can see.
Never is one free.
I hang from the strap above.
A soft sigh feels like a dove.
I turn my head to the side.
And do you know what I find?
A girl standing next to me.
One as pretty as can be.
She offers a small smile.
Now I could walk a mile.
I stand up taller than before.
I am now ten feet off the floor.
A slight smile before she departs.
I’m left happy as my day starts.
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