the Train Ride . . .

[Bill]

the Train Ride

i was on a Train
with a multitude of stories
i listened as each soul told
of their failures and their glories

the experiences held upon
the lines on their faces
speaking hollow words endearingly
to fill the empty spaces

but to no avail
for word without power
amble along life’s trail
and in darkness thus they cower

afraid of the light
of infinite truth
to come to be one’s self
as we were in our youth

dancing and playing
and smiles, joys and care
has been sadly replaced
with adult lines of fear

but still there are stories
of more joy filled times
and each soul is seeking
to re-erect life’s rhymes

so here we are riding
this locomotive called life
moving along and track guided
hoping, wishing, dreaming of joy rife

on the Train Ride


(c) 2010 : William S. Peters, Sr.