Station Master

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
An old man watches the world from his window and learns about life through a young couple

Submitted: November 07, 2007

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There is an old station master
Who sits and watches the trains going by
He sees similar faces every gone day
Mothers and Lovers
Business and Fun
He sees familiar faces those who work everyday
They get off the train in much the same way
 
As time goes by he notices a girl
 
 
Who gets off the train every Saturday and sighs
He sees the familiar look as she searches with her eyes
For the boy who will meet her every Saturday without fail
He sees the smile exchanged by both
A look so filled with love he stares
There just so young, only in their teens
Can it be possible they even know what love means?
 
One Saturday she does not come.
Well, the station master thinks ‘I knew it couldn’t last’
He know young love is just a dream and dreams die so fast
But around six he gets a shock
The boy disembarks the train smiling
And disappears amongst the people filing
Trying to get home amongst the rush hour crowds
 
The days grow colder and the teenagers older
The station master watches them as the year goes by
Meeting at the same time
With the same tender kiss
Holding hands as they disappear through the gate
Kissing on the platform if the train homes late
 
And it heartens him to see them every week
 
One Saturday she does not come.
‘It must be his week to meet her’ the train master knows
He looks out for the lad, though all relationships have lows
He hopes the kids will work it out
A love like theirs is something special
Something worth holding on for
He looks out at the platform before closing the door
 
The old station master now sees a boy
As he sits and watches the trains going by
The boy he used to watch coming and going
Now sits all Saturday very still
Staring at the people, searching through the crowds
His eyes don’t hide the overwhelming pain
The boy’s waiting for the girl to get off the train
 
The station master decides to speak to him
 
The very next Saturday in fact he approaches the boy
‘Hello lad, we’ve not spoken before’
The boy looks up
‘But I know you, sir; you smiled so kindly from behind your door
Every Saturday you would smile at us as though you knew something we did not’
The Old man wants to say something but doesn’t know what
 
‘Are you waiting for the girl you love?’
‘I’m waiting to be taken above, my dear sir’
The station master was shocked and saddened
‘Pain of love will pass, you could be together again
It is the sunshine that gets us though the rain, my dear boy’
 
‘But you don’t understand sir’
The boy glances up looking so ashamed
And through his shame burns the pain
‘She’s gone, my beautiful girl my one, my only
To a place they tell me that is all good and right and holy
She died sir, with me holding her hand’
The station master, shocked tried to stand
 
He walks away from the boy on the bench
He sits on the chair in his office behind the door
And quite suddenly without warning the tears begin to pour
True love torn apart
After working so hard
A boy broken and scared
How could he have been prepared?
 
From that day on as the Master watched his trains
He never sees the boy who had so much pain
But he finds a note pushed under the door
Reading:
‘Never give up; we’ve got so much more’
And he hears of an accident that very same day
A boy fallen onto the track, laughing
With such dismay. 
 


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