all changed

all changed

at the terminus

the train 

with the golden name 

(nostalgia)

slowly pulled in

                                no one alighted

they who were we 

were already on the platform 

                                no one got on

they all were waving

at each other

as

the station pulled away

everyone was left standing-by

waiting for it to happen

the good old days are delayed

the tannoy annoyingly immortalised

all change   all change

                                but nothing did

for everything already had