The D Train

I tried to catch the D train, but it seems to have stopped.

I tried many times, but the service has dropped.

The timetable - when it comes - it comes sporadically,

But I receive no notice, it seems to stop me.

For no reason it has in postponing the trip,

But self-service demands it, in riding the dip.

A brief encounter is what I am to expect,

When I felt that I missed it with total regret.

For the D train it travelled just like hi-speed bullet,

But my empathy came and I just couldn't dull it.

A visual memory, I arrived at the station,

The D Train was nowhere near destination.

But National Rail called and they told me to cease,

But the D train didn't appear to have had much peace.

For it stayed in the shed, unloved and uncherished,

It stayed in the shed no award, past-embellished.

One day I hope they will call me to say,

Jump onboard the D Train, today is the day.