waiting by the railway track,
i saw a man carrying a bagpack.
i paced up and down,
and began to frown.

no lights were approaching,
only a baby wailing.
i tapped my foot impatiently,
trying to create a melody.

so i sat on the bench,
trying to revise french.
a way to keep awake,
and for my results' sake.

i fell asleep without knowing,
and woke up when i heard something.
it was caused by the heavy rain,
also i've missed the train.

the last train home.