Laughter

by Jem Croucher

 

It didn’t feel like morning
More like the middle of the night
Bleary eyed and half asleep
I could barely see the light

The rain fell down, it always does
It seems this time of day
Made me feel quite miserable
As I plodded on my way

But the lady just in front of me
Was laughing at something
Her chuckle was infectious
And I was quickly joining in

By and by the guard appeared
To sort out the commotion
But soon he too was joining in
So infectious was the potion

The lady who had started it
Got off at the next station
But by then the mirth has settled in
Such was the situation

And on that dismal morning
As more people joined the train
Most just started laughing
And learned to smile again

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2 Comments to “Laughter”

  1. The joy’s of common commute us solo travelers miss. 🙂

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