Andy and I often muse over how difficult the life of a Basler tram driver must be. So many different trams intersect at SBB train station and I do not envy the people-dodging that makes up a large proportion of their job. One morning on my walk to work I imagined the secret life of a local tram driver with an urge to write which developed into the following poem.
The Reluctant Tram Driver
His name was Jürgen Leiter
He lived in Arlesheim
He longed to be a writer
Was running out of time
The days ticked by before him
and life felt like a sham
The passengers ignored him
aboard his yellow tram
He loved concocting chapters
Broke up the dull routine
It helped the boredom factor
Gave him a change of scene
So often at the station
He’d had to ding that bell
They’d no consideration
At times a living hell
He did it for Kristina
his wife and their three kids
But there still lived a dreamer
He just could not get rid
He’d write and do all-nighters
Creating was no crime
His name was Jürgen Leiter
He lived in Arlesheim
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amazing. now that’s a skill set –
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Yep I think they deserve a medal, especially on weekend evenings! 🙂
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so nice 🙂 it was a pleasure to meet Jurgen 😉 greetings Sam! PedroL
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Hopefully he will get to write one of these days!
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Your poem was just super
It made me laugh inside
I wish I had been reading it
While taking a tram-ride 😂
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Thanks Robbie 🙂
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