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