My life on track

My early life relied so much on trains,

to catch just one to write about’s a problem!

Too many have been subject to delays 

or cancelled altogether, to applaud them:

 

the “bogs” I took to school were crammed and smelly;

my backpacker travels, the aura no more fresh;

a record seven hour wait once, in New Delhi;

I almost got killed on the Tangier-Marrakesh…

 

But overall I look on trains with love:

my eco-conscience cleansed, not stuck in jams

(what sort of masochist would rather drive?),

and when I’ve found my seat at last, I can

just settle back, enjoy the scenery, and

feel sure I’ll get to somewhere in the end.