Come Poem by Smoky Hoss
Come
Come,
a train
or come the main
ride the rails
hoist the sails
wind in your hair
lightning in the air
clickity-clack
on a glowing track
staying afloat
in a rolling boat
it's locomotive locomotion
across continent and ocean
flying like a ghost
for that far off coast
ride,
rusty rails of steel
beneath lonesome whinning wheels
sing the blues
while spreading the news:
no more stops
no more drops
neither town nor port
will pull us up short
no looking back
no losing track
so,
pack your grip
for the trip
bring a coat
for train or boat
it may get cold
you may grow old
it could be a long time
to the end of the line, so ya
best bring along your favorite old hat
and your warmest grin,
because one thing's really quite certain,
we'll never come this way, ever again.
Oh Smoky, I really liked this great poem here. The ending line is said like it is, and with wise words, it is what it is. Enjoy every moment of this ride, with all kidding aside. as I never lied. Thanks for this once again, my friend.
Excellent Smoky, we certainly won't be coming this way again, so we have to make the most of it.
No matter how you go life is a one way trip. A very interesting write. A summation of life in a rip roaring nutshell
because one thing's really quite certain, we'll never come this way, ever again. wonderful thought..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/27/2024 3:43:34 PM # 1.0.0.1119
How true. Great poem Smoky.