once upon a time

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The next train to arrive on platform 2
will be the 13.48 to Bangor.
All trainees glance at their watches, then again
some disdain old ways and glance at their phone.

Shedding the next 3 minutes of our lives
to train it too, Bangor.
Why Bangor. It's only another dreary
windswept town on the edge of a slate grey sea.

Again I wonder, ‘why' hardly the mythical land
of Cuchulainn. Meantime we trainees wait ‘impatiently'
to shed 3 minutes of our trip to eternity.
Train arrives, we trainee board and train it to Bangor.


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