Subway Ride

The darkened tunnels guide us,

To a better location.

The crowd of people makes a fuss,

As they push through to leave at their destination.


The sitting is particular,

The red seats offer lies of comforts,

The ones who need a place to rest wander circular,

While people with large bags scowl and give retorts.


The reading material varies,

They each display a certain play of words--

The ideas of an author, or who a celebrity marries.


My stop comes soon,

I need to stretch my feet,

The amount of people will make me swoon,

But getting to my stop is no feat.


The End

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