Don’t alight this train

 Don’t alight this train


Don’t alight this train

Unless retired and cosseted

Discussing golf and holidays 

While the young folk toil. 


We are the silver travelers

On our way to Rosslare strand

Discussing wine and starters

While the young folk toil. 


We’re busying trying hard

To find time between the golf

The bridge and weekend breaks

While the young folk toil. 


We travel free, this golden group,

More entitled than before 

Unaware that while we chatter

The young folk toil. 


Opinionated and entitled

Frustrated by the smallest things 

Complaining of the service

While the young folk toil. 


Voices float along the carriage

The April sun shines in

All is bright and wonderful

Unless you’re born too young. 

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