Where was the conductor?

Where was the conductor?

Through the empty

corridors of time

I find.....

I'm in the wrong place.

The wrong time

I missed the stop

I dozed off!

In a pool of crocodiles

I am thrown.

My port, my calling is gone.

Reviews

[terry smith]

Life is what happens when we are making plans....nice write my friend.

[Rocksie]

What I like most about this poem is that from the beginning it could go either way- It could be about thinking back on what we missed, or it could have been about finding something we never planned for. Usually, when you miss your stop you're too busy stuck in the bad to see the good though, so glad it finished that way. Great write :)

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you Rocksie

[marcus]

that's good, really liked it! Looking back in melancholy at what we have missed.

[andrew mitchell]

Thanks for the kind words marcus