How many times has this phrase been said
in the past at this historic train station?
“Meet me at the clock.” In excitement and dread,
in joy, sadness, hope, and expectation.
An American icon, that’s clear to see
think of all the stories it’s seen and heard.
The station is a book of New York history,
the greetings, goodbyes, the emotions it’s stirred.
Has anyone waited forever and a day
for a person who hasn’t arrived?
While the clock sings in its own way,
ticking out sad, lonely goodbyes.
Around it, people packed like sardines in a can,
the hustle, the bustle, a spectacle of to and fro.
People proceeding with their own individual plans
with friends to meet and numerous places to go.
Above the great clock is a celestial ceiling,
constellations with a multitude of stars.
People look up and get a warm feeling
and for a moment forget where they are.
Meet me at the clock,
and don’t be late.
It will tick and tock
as we approach our gate.
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