Riddle, With A Train Motif Poem by Michelle Claus

I'm steadfast as a train
Trundling through a summer rain
Or winter drift. I never veer,
For my track is laid out rail by rail,
Tie by tie, in the first few years of life.
I've a world's amount of engineers
Conducting me down the line:
Some are safe, some are wild,
Some are sick, some are child-like.
The best ones keep me clean,
Buff my paint, tighten loose bolts.
I need a lot of care
Till I master the course.
If lucky, I reach my destination,
Just beyond the station.
What am I?


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