I live next to a goods yard

Where many redundant

Railway carriages rest

They are no longer used

Forgotten and obscure

But I love them all

They are my life

Sometimes at night

I visit these cold carriages

And explore the vacancy

Of their compartments

I can feel the history of journeys

And can see the ghosts of the past

These dull carriages are now orphans

But I will care for them

As if they were my own