I slapped my hand against its body,
feeling the cold touch of steel beneath my fingers.
An electrifying rush swept through me
as I reminisced of years gone by.
The days when I ran strong and fast
those days are now a thing of the past.
By touching the cold hard steel of a train,
the vivid memories came back again.
I ran like that of a jaguar,
with a sprint, I held tight the rail.
I rode that train through field and city,
if I had fallen, oh dear, what a pity.
Melvina Germain
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/617-no-train-fare/
