The Train

The Train short poem

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There is a train a coming,
I hear it down the track.
Like music to my ears
Clicky clack, clickty clack.

Hop on boy, I hear
The conductor yell:
You’re going for a ride
And get to ring the bell.

I see the cars are full
With folks I used to know.
The conductor has a smile
And says it’s time to go.

I am not ready, things I have to do,
He says ‘grab your hat and come along.
No pills, no pain, just hop on board
We need your voice to join in song’.

I stepped into a car and
With a step there was less fear.
Everywhere I looked only
Smiles. Not one single tear.

“All the tears are left behind.”
Said the conductor with a smile.
Sit back and enjoy the ride,
This is the final mile.

You’ve been at all the stations,
You’ve used up all your time,
Time to catch the train now,
It’s coming down the line.

Clickty clack, Clickty clack

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Randall Smith

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Not from anywhere but from everywhere Germany, Korea, Viet Nam, USA, Army Veteran, Germany 1966-1968, Viet Nam 1968-1969. Two kids and bunch of grandkids. Enjoy my Roses, fishing and card playing. I may not write for several months and then I can not stop for several weeks. I have notebooks with 4 or 5 lines only, waiting for me to return.
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Wonderful thought to hold life’s and train’s journey collaterally:)


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