Luxury Train

They rode once on
A luxury train
When she was
Six years old,

The furniture smelled new
And all
Was polished wood
And gold —

She watched the green hills
Through the glass,
And new towns
By the score;

She rode once, but
She won’t forget,
For God knows they
Were poor

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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