Forums Poetry Corner On the train.

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        On the train, yet again
        No gambling thoughts in my brain
        Back to London, back to work.
        This responsible life I must not shirk.
        I used to hitch-hike everywhere
        A twisted gambler, who had no cares
        Often from the casino, quietly sobbing
        Sweating profusely, with my feet madly throbbing
        When I was hitching, my twisted plan was
        To deceive, lie and cheat from the drivers of cars
        From city to city and from town to town
        For ever the optimist, even when down.
        Anyway I digress; it’s nice on the train
        I’m really very pleased, that I don’t need to hitch hike again.
        Don’t get me wrong, Ive used trains before
        But usually in them days I had to hide on the floor.
        Now these days I don’t need to hide
        I always purchase an advance ticket to ride
        Travelling in style is really quite nice
        The only downfall is the extortionate price.
        But in those hitch-hiking days
        My life was in pieces
        So I’ll stick with the train
        Despite price increases.Recovery is priceless.

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