We met when we were strangers
On platforms changing trains
Time would never be the same
No season spoke the dangers,
Our faces wore expressions
Of kindred spirit found
Our voices made no sound
No doubts and no transgressions,
We stood aside the crossroad
And looked along each way
Hoping for another day
To break the secret code,
We met when we were strangers
On platforms changing trains
But I could feel the hurt and reins
Beneath my feet the dangers,
We met when we were strangers
But I knew even then
That I was nothing more
Than a small
Provincial
Station.
by CHRIS NELSON
© All rights reserved 2023

Awesome – all in one word!
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Awesome indeed! 😄
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😻
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Even you write great poems.👌💐
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Totally agree! I’m a bit of a fan of Chris Nelson’s poetry!
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Oh! That’s good to know 🙂👍🏻
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This is very profound. A bit nostalgic with a twinge of sadness.
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Yes, it really isn’t only about a station, is it?
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Indeed
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No point in being way-laid.
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Ba-dum-TISH! 😛
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