You play a part in millions of lives

yet none stop to look

as they pass on by.

All in a hurry

rushing from here to there

sometimes checking the display

unsure of the of the platform

if theres a delay.

Your building is old

more like a museum

sadly the historic

are no longer to be seen,

yet the sound is the same

like the station announcer,

as well as the voices

as the people chatter.

Those with coffee

sipping and waiting

some with a newspaper

quietly reading,

people with bikes

and babies in buggies

station staff

off loading some trollies.

Then the station comes alive

as  an announcement

tells the trains and the times,

'The train now standing

at Platform four

is the eleven thirty

to Weston-Super-Mare',

suddenly people dash in a hurry

as they head to platform four

soon they will leave your abode

maybe they are going home.

So much life

never sleeping

always open

people coming and going.