At The Station

I was waiting for the subway train.
A crowd of young people rushed in
On their way to and from busy work;
And even younger people, too,
With far more urgent destinations.
I stood, and they buzzed around me,
Waiting impatiently for
The slow train to dash in there.
I heard sighs of relief when it arrived.
They embarked, and it sped off like a bullet
Shooting them nowhere at all.
I turned, and hobbled away with my cane
Back upstairs to wait at the tram station.