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Train

The mist hits my face as
I climb on the train,
My baggage in hand
I seat myself near the window

A young soldier arrives
And sits down beside me
Placing his bag beside mine

Where are we going he asks?
Through time and space,
Happiness and tears –
How long I do not know

Night and day, night and day
The sound of the wheels is heard
As the train moves on

Through the mountains and valleys
Twice we stop
And two more climb on
No baggage with them

We give them some of ours
And wonder if they
Will outgrow our shoes

Miles and miles we go
Too late to go back
Twice more we stop
And the two get off

Old baggage in hand
They shared so much
Of our journey

Dreams, dreams
To fill the empty void
A longing
To merge my soul

Onward, my soldier
How much time has passed
Tired tired as we grow old

We stop once more
And my soldier is gone
Lonely, lonely, sad, sad
The whistle pierces the night

Who was this stranger
I came so far with?
The stranger is within

I look out the window
And know this train is mine
And I must stay on
To the very last stop

Train

Duckydaddles

Bronxville, United States

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My life.

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