Time passing by
Like a train on a track
Speeding along
No time to look back.
The sights and the sounds
Blurred in the distance
One blink and they’re gone
Gone in an instant.
The conductor calls out
“ALL ABOARD, here we go
Please take your seats
Stash your luggage below”.
Some wait at the station
They never leave
Content with their lives
Or so one believes.
Others amazed
Intrigued and allured
They long for adventure
Signing up for the tour.
So many faces
So many sounds
So much to do
In each city and town.
Don’t wait to be asked
It might be too late
So much to explore
Control your own fate.
So much to see
Take in the view
Make the most of your life
It’s all up to you.
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Image from Google Images: yearsagotoday.com
Contact author at: richardsonpj2@gmail.com
Wonderful piece, Patty, and speaks volumes.
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Thank you, Eugenia. I appreciate your thoughtful comment. π
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My pleasure! π
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I love the metaphor here. Great writing.
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Thanks so much, Mary! Glad you appreciated the metaphor. π
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