Disenchanted and haggard,
I squeeze into a busy station
Against the mighty waves of folks;
A swarm of passengers of all kinds
Hurrying in all directions.
I conveniently plant myself firmly
In a tiny spot on the waiting train
I sit at the edge of the pew,
Surrounded by odd-looking faces
You know the penetrating eyes,
Yes, razor sharp eyes of strangers
Daggering, piercing, and poking?
And what of the long, straight faces?
Oh, what a terrible scare it is!
I crane my neck across the cabin
And, oh! I'm not the only one.
Grinning at me from the back is
A true son of the soil. A brother.
Suddenly, my heart warms up inside,
And I smile back at him instinctively.
It was such a colorful smile!
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