A train of modernity
We commuters sit
Facing either backwards or forwards,
Ignoring one another
As we jet towards
Our various individual locations…
Across from me is a mother
Struggling to control an unruly child.
In an attempt not to smother
She became one of those who spoilt the kid
Like her own mother did.
Yet now it sits and screams
As she jets towards the city,
To shop and stress and sigh
At all those long lost dreams
In the corner of my eye
Sits a man in a crisp black suit,
The traditional sort who wears a tie
And believes in decorum and old attitudes.
He grips a briefcase
Staring at a modern day phone
Pretending not to look
At the business woman who sits with grace
Reading a tattered book.
And in another space
A rabble of students sits in a herd
Babbling about this and that,
Tugging at their unwanted uniforms
As their voices are blurred.
And within hearing of their chat
an old woman stares.
Wondering what the world has come to,
Wondering what it is these kids do
All day in their classrooms
If they fail to learn manners.
For one kid runs past and bangs against her
oblivious to old standards.
And yet come the next day
we commuters sit again.
And the mother smiles
for her child behaves
and the businessman chats
to the woman he admires
and the students sit
discussing knowledge and reading
whilst the old woman approves
of the way the world is heading…
So we get off at our respective locations
never to speak or see each other again.
Only a brief moment of contact,
before we go on our way again
by Elena Asplen
for more “commuter-inspired” creativity, see out post about missed connections here.