A Dinner Parties and More Extra . . . A Poem   

      Life In The Slow Lane

       Yet once again I’m made aware that

        It’s germane to the state of Maine

        One has to wait for the southbound train.

        It’s always late. It’s such a pain.

        While waiting here, it begins to rain.

        If it keeps up, I’ll go insane.

        Next time I go, I’ll take a plane to

           New York City.

A poem by Robert Miller