Sitting, watching, waiting
People buzzing by bags behind
Like bees swarming from a hive
All going somewhere, nowhere
Young and old a common objective
Homewards, holiday wards
Tickets in hand, cards in purses
Permission to leave
Teenagers sitting, laughing together
Blowing balloons making squeeks
Others frowning, some smiling
Many old before their times
The pensioner strides through
The world is his for the taking
Both hands holding tight
Only one lifetime, live it!
Walking sticks, walking wounded
Bright bags, big hair
Short skirts, strange sights
Baggy trousers, bulging bellies
Glimpses held, avoided
Heads down, heads held high
The busy station, a melting pot
Humanity, going somewhere, nowhere
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