The train passenger

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The train passenger

He sat opposite me
on the Leeds bound train,
totally absorbed
in the video game
he was playing on his
mobile phone, a role play
that he kept getting wrong
and would have to replay
over and over and over
again, time clearly flew
and I thought, hang on
for a minute, how old are you?

When I was your age, I'd
a wife and two snappers,
not fantasy worlds
of thugs and kidnappers.
But he took a long swig
of Red Bull that he'd got
to wash down the grease
on his takeaway spots
and he chomped on his
pizza single-handedly, so
he could keep knocking spots
off Bungalow Joe.

I wanted to grab both
his arms, give a shake,
say, listen, my friend,
this is all a mistake.
Life is much more than
a six by four screen
for combating villains
and you are no teen!
Look around, get a 
life, there is stuff
to experience yet,
I can think, off the cuff

of lovers and loved
ones, travel to places
seeing real sights
and meeting fresh faces.
I so wanted to poke him,
see his touchpaper lit,
but suspected he's call me
a nosy old git,
so I left him, engrossed
in his video game,
that spotty young man
on the Leeds bound train.

15 Comments on “The train passenger

    • ๐Ÿ˜‚ I don’t know if it’s an age related prejudice, but I do have concerns for people who seem to spend more time in the virtual world than the real one. ๐Ÿ˜’

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  1. ๐Ÿงโ€โ™€๏ธRarenwise๐Ÿงโ€โ™€๏ธ

    Your humor. Quick question are you on Instagram or Twitter?

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