I had been reviewing my life that afternoon in 1964
When I heard the whistle blow
Off in the distance a train approached
Little did anyone know at the time
A Pontiac on Maple Street was stalled on the tracks
Three drunken teenagers were playing 'Chicken'
With a two hundred ton engine roaring down on them
Life went on for me
Even as theirs appeared about to end
So young and such a waste it would have been
If those three boys were to have met death that day
So I simply wiped my mind clean of the train and its deadly whistle
And for that moment at least
All was set right with the world.....
Until we four went off to the war in Nam.....
There is no denying the Train its due
What is
Will be
2007© T. Sheridan
Ted Sheridan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-train-is-not-of-thought-unless-you-happen-to-be-on-one-part-2/
