The train departs
as well my heart
peering through the glass to view
each crystal drop of morning dew
tracing their path to the aftermath
a well of knowledge grew
restless gaze upon a new page
this book not finished yet
the cover torn
the spine forlorn
but in it no regret
onward from stop to stop
by this ticket that I own
miles of life I have seen
oh for the memories
all the places I have been
by the choices I’ve made
on these rails
I have stayed
and the train clanks
upon that old track
I turn my head
never looking back
so kindly let me be
because that next station
may be the one
that sets me free
but I’m nowhere near
the end
of the line
and that light gets brighter
all the time
Do you make life smile?
Comments
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Oh I really like your poems sunoir! Keep writing.
LO
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as a trasin security gaurd i relate so well to this i saw you stitting on the train pen in hand gazing out the window then jotting down the words its a sad one but you still did a fine job next stop ... home
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nope
not today anyway
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