Homeless aka The Ghost of the Polar Express

by Sarita11

My first poem, dedicated to the ghost who rides atop the Polar Express. And like I said, it's my first poem, so take it easy with the flames...I know this is also under a weird category, but the site hasn't yet posted a category for this bookmovie. R&R p

Homeless

He sat all alone in the park,

On that cold December night,

Shivering in the dark.

The frost sat collecting in his hair,

So he put on his cap,

His only defense against the cold night air.

For many a night, he had slept here,

With nothing to drink but a cheap cup of Joe,

Having been without a home for many a year.

Now, sitting in the snow, he was ill,

The sickness exhausting his body,

When he heard the train's call, loud and shrill.

When it came into sight,

He realized that this train was a larger one,

Different from the one that passed by every other night.

With new ambition, he gathered up his belongings,

And trudged feebly over to the dark outline of the train,

Determined not to remain alone in his sufferings.

He wanted to go, even if no one knew,

To a place where others dwelt,

To a place that was new.

So, he left the park and climbed aboard the train's roof to take his rest,

And there he would forever remain,

As the Ghost of the Polar Express.