Ghosts of Middlewich Station Poem

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I take my place on the cold platform
Tis’ nothing new it’s quite the norm
Facing South I watch and wait
Should’ve been here by half past eight

I stand and wait to see my boy
When he arrives I’ll jump for joy
They let him out at dawn today
For misdemeanours he did pay

The station master locks his door
This starry night he’ll work no more
Bids me goodnight, it’s oh so late
Say’s ‘When you go please close the gate’

‘I will kind sir see you tomorrow’
He looks at me with such deep sorrow
For he’ll be back same time next night
A slow train stops, no one alights.

A fast train roars through without a hitch
For trains stop no more at Middlewich
The station master he’s mine host
But alas like me also a ghost

 

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