The Train of Life



The train we ride upon as we go through life

Can be an express which runs without strife

Or it can be a local which pauses at every stop

And waits to load and unload freight getting hot



Which one we choose to board is ours to make

Some do make that choice too quickly as we bake

In the ovens we have climbed into as we do steer

Ourselves along pathways which are near and dear



Whilst others do make choices from other places

Which have come from a point without any traces

Of love - which we pretended had stirred our hearts

When, in fact - it was all an illusion - from the start



Christopher W. Thomas

4pm Wed Dec. 17th, 1997