eokane@charm.UUCP (Evan Kane) (07/22/84)
My apologies to all you young people who never rode a train,
except this one.
The Train
At first I loved the trip,
So many wondrous things.
I had so much to learn.
The train moved slowly on.
My face was pressed
Against the window pane,
Enchanted by the scene.
The train moved on.
High School diploma says,
Here childhood ends.
I had no thought or care.
The train moved on.
My children's early years,
Bright faces full of love
And joy and tears
And always needing me
Until the train moved on.
I wish that I could stop.
Alas, I learn I can't.
There's only time for souvenirs
Before the train moves on.
Oh, here's a lovely town
With quiet, dusty streets.
The autumn leaves are bright,
Please let me linger here.
My friends are dear.
Together we explore
The bookstores,craft shops,small cafe's
And talk and talk
Until the train moves on.
We move more swiftly now.
The landscape clatters by,
Events and faces blur.
The train moves on.
I wait with anxious heart.
I know the final stop.
I do not know the hour.
The train moves on.
Evan Kane 7/22/84