Witness

I see and feel sorry
For them standing
At the stations
During weekdays
And school vacations
In all weathers
Rain and sun
The chilly cold wind
Thinking
They'd have every right
To rescind
Their place
Especially since
They are ignored
As they witness
The commuters
The hassled, the bored
A lonely vigil
With their pamphlets
On a rack
But still next week
I know
They'll be back