A Poem by Helen Goldbaum, Written in 1939. This poem calls across time to us.

In the Shadow of Great Times

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by Helen Goldbaum
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We are like people at a wayside station, waiting
      between trains, or between planes.
We attend the cinema, consult our watches.
We sit down and stretch our legs, stare at the skylight.
We buy a paper and read it without comprehending.
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Noticing the whistles blowing, the crowds coming and going,
We listen for the porter to call sonorously the panel
      of destinations.
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Decorously the clock ticks: we await the roar of the transport.