I own and live on a railway station

A Heritage Railway uses this station

With my total approval as I love trains

I am a philosopher

A philosopher who loves trains

Three girls probably all under thirty

Are chatting on the opposite platform

In a way I felt sorry for them

As they are dressed in loose fitting clothes

In a effort to hide their excess weight

They may be victims of a lazy diet

But this is likely to effect their health

Nearby are some regular visitors

I do not know their names

Thin Girl and the Piebald

If anything I believe that they do not really eat

One is very tall and the other of average height

The smaller one has a large birthmark

On her forearm and another behind an ear

She may have others hidden and unseen

They are total opposites but they blend together

Not far from my residence in the signalbox

There is a lost gonk overlooking the lines

It is called Sidney Richard Gonk

And has been at the station for over six years

The gonk was found on a train in 2017

It was obviously lost by a grieving child

And that is why it is positioned in the plain sight

So that it might be seen by passing trains

But nobody has ever claimed ownership

I have written about this colourful gonk

In a couple of philosophical essays

My main question is do gonks feel loss

And does the invasion of time

Have any real influence

I have come to two opposite conclusions

Which I will not discuss here as they are of length

The steam train has just arrived and will depart shortly

I can see the three fat girls at the window of the carriage

They are beginning to eat again which is rather sad

I cannot see the piebald girl

But can just make out her tall friend

Who has remained on the platform

Dreams of Leaving

The Dynamics of Travel

Reality Ceases and Memories Begin