If life was music, I could waltz and wail
down this grey aisle, sing out my soul and pain.
Tap dance on grubby tables, strewn with snacks,
swing high from dusty, laden luggage racks.
Vault prickly, itchy, threadbare railway seats,
terrify little children scoffing sweets.
Take hold the hands of a dark, handsome man,
share duets, fall in mad love, make some plans.
My fellow passengers in quick time clap,
The guard skips along, whistling, his feet rap.
‘Tickets!’, his hole punch plays like castanets,
as we rumble on through worldly regrets.
The rhythm is like jolting along on a train, I love the detail you conjure up of the train and the mad, joyful jubilance of it.
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Thank you, I was having a wonderful time fantasizing! 🙂
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Fun! 💖
It made me think of the trolley song from Meet Me In St Louis and the Hot Chocolate song from Polar Express. (maybe I watch too many movies 😕)
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Thank you. Oh yes, I just want to live in a musical! 🙂
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Me too! 🎶💃🎤
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Love this. The whimsy lyrics brought me along for the ride. 🙂
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Thanks 🙂
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This really struck a chord with me. I too am guilty of giving little ear to the dreams that echo through our minds of the things that my soul desires, like many others I am sure, like love. Alas we learn to prioritize these voices over mundane chores in life.
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Glad it resonated with you – thank you for your comments. 🙂
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