All Alone On Platform 6
Author: Ben Franklin
Here I am again on
ushering people to there destination,
Wife's at home with the kids.
People demanding information,
no more polite conversation,
just a fast paced nation.
Manager is always on my back,
'Ben people skills you lack,
if you carry on with this behaviour
you will end up getting the sack'.
I dont go to work to be insulted,
now I see why the slaves revolted.
Thousands of different people pass through these gates
but I still feel invisible to the world,
someone please build me a bridge,
because Im all alone on platform
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Ben F (18.104.22.168) -- Wednesday, November 3 2004, 04:18 pm|
oh and this not about me.
|Terrie* (22.214.171.124) -- Friday, November 5 2004, 11:45 pm|
amazing how you are able to place yourself in anothers shoes...to be able to see life through their soul ...thank you for this Ben...it really is a dog eat dog world out there..
great read...from a mighty person...
|Ben F (126.96.36.199) -- Saturday, November 6 2004, 09:25 am|
I always have to swap platforms at london bridge station to get into main london,
and thats platform 6,
I always see the same conductor(usher) there,always looking misrible.
but hey can ya blame him!!!
thanks alot Terrie*,
I look forward to your thoughts all the time.
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