“THE STATION”
As a young lad, I was drawn
To the Parnell Street Station
It was a busy place, with people
from all around the Nation
Porters to help with the luggage
Kept up a hectic pace
With Taxi’s lined up outside
to take you to any place
I used to work my way in
to get close to a train
There was that traveling smell
that massaged my brain
I cannot explain it
but it was everything to me
As I imagined the great trains
even crossing the Sea
Sure I would be traveling
with luggage as well
With money , no object
and stories to tell
I could stay there all day
if , I was left alone
But there was always some “Biddy” shouting
“Gowawn Kid”, “Gesh Away Home”
As a child, it was my getaway
that children always crave
When money’s kinda tight
with nary enough to save
But I traveled the World
In my first year as a teen
Sneaking into that train station
so as not to be seen
As my mind would take over
and the “All Aboard” was heard
I was off to a new World
Where My Dreams were deferred
Michael Christopher Daly Jan 8, 2001
