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The Train Of Life
Some folks ride the train of life looking out the rear,
Watching miles of life roll by and marking every year.
They sit in sad remembrance of wasted days gone by,
And curse their life for what it was and hang their head and cry.
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.
So strap me to the engine, as securely as I can be,
I want to be out on the front, to see what I can see.
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.
I want to see what’s coming up, not looking at the past,
Life’s too short for yesterdays, it moves along too fast.
So if the ride gets bumpy, while you are looking back,
Go up front, and you may find, your life has jumped the track.
It’s all right to remember, that’s part of history,
But up front’s where it’s happening, there’s so much mystery.
The enjoyment of living is not where we have been,
It’s looking ever forward to another year and ten.
It’s searching all the byways, never should you refrain,
For if you want to live your life, you gotta drive the train.
By Marv Hardin
Some folks ride the train of life looking out the rear,
Watching miles of life roll by and marking every year.
They sit in sad remembrance of wasted days gone by,
And curse their life for what it was and hang their head and cry.
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.
So strap me to the engine, as securely as I can be,
I want to be out on the front, to see what I can see.
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.
I want to see what’s coming up, not looking at the past,
Life’s too short for yesterdays, it moves along too fast.
So if the ride gets bumpy, while you are looking back,
Go up front, and you may find, your life has jumped the track.
It’s all right to remember, that’s part of history,
But up front’s where it’s happening, there’s so much mystery.
The enjoyment of living is not where we have been,
It’s looking ever forward to another year and ten.
It’s searching all the byways, never should you refrain,
For if you want to live your life, you gotta drive the train.
By Marv Hardin
1 Comments
Thanks for publishing my poem. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it. I have many others posted on the Poetic Portals website. Just search for poems by Hardrock in the archives. Fun poems are "10,000 Towels", "Appliance Fears" and.....well, go find me and you will find all kinds of stuff. BUT, beware, there is some dark stuff too. (Just ignore that.....or not. Whatever makes you happy. Oh, I'm alive and well, living in Gaffney, S.C. Marv
