London Underground does really care about it's passengers, not only for safety and transports efficiency, but they also care about our feelings, our mood.

I was taking a look at some random issues about the Tube, just for curiosity, and I found, with great surprise, that on the tfl web page there is a space dedicated to artistic activities and a section titled "Poem for the day" where, every day, they upload a poem from various authors.
Here is the poem of today:

Poem for the day

At Lord`s

It is little I repair to the matches of the Southron folk,
Though my own red roses there may blow;
It is little I repair to the matches of the Southron folk,
Though the red roses crest the caps, I know.
For the field is full of shades as I near the shadowy coast,
And a ghostly batsman plays to the bowling of a ghost,
And I look through my tears on a soundless-clapping host
As the run-stealers flicker to and fro,
To and fro: -
O my Hornby and my Barlow long ago!

Francis Thompson (1859 -1907)


With love, Transport of London.