The Train of Life |
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Some folks ride the train of life
Looking out the rear,
Watching miles of life roll by,
And marking every year. |
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They sit in sad remembrance,
Of wasted days gone by,
And curse their life for what it was,
And hang their head and cry. |
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But I don't concern myself with that,
I took a different vent,
I look forward to what life holds,
And not what has been spent. |
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So strap me to the engine,
As securely as I can be,
I want to be out in the front,
To see what I can see.
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I want to feel the winds of change,
Blowing in my face,
I want to see what life unfolds,
As I move from place to place. |
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I want to see what's coming up,
Not looking at the past,
Life's too short for yesterdays,
It moves along too fast. |
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So if the ride gets bumpy,
While you are looking back,
Go up front, and you may find,
Your life has jumped the track. |
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It's all right to remember,
That's part of history,
But up front's where it's happening,
There's so much mystery. |
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The enjoyment of living,
Is not where we have been,
It's looking ever forward, |
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To another year and ten.
It's searching all the byways,
Never should you refrain,
For if you want to live your life,
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You've gotta drive the train.
All Aboard Everybody... |
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Poem author: Marv Hardin |
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