Times have changedA Poem by Relicmorning commuters stood on long wooden platforms, patiently waiting and watching for a dark blue train with wicker seats. The light posts that rose above the shoulders of the metal railing were a smudgy light green color that looked like shower heads. Earlier models resembled hooks. When the train finally rolled up and people took their seats, that's when the cacophonous sound of unfolding newspapers filled the car. But that's in the past. I'm a ghost now who sees a different world. The days when men wore suits and donned hats are long gone. People were friendly and respectful. They mentioned their children's birthdays talked politics, or sat quietly reading the sports section. These days, the devil is loose. Metal platform railings hold graffitti. Newspapers are replaced by gadgets, and the amount of mentally ill people roaming around from time to time is starting to increase. Call me old-fashioned, but those old trains and wooden platforms... I liked them a lot better.
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