Rusted Tracks Poem by Emma Faith

On the other side
Of those rusted tracks
Nobody sees
The people looking back

They're all older
We're still young
They seem to know
The train has already come

But we're still waiting
Still so naive
Playing tag and catch
Dreaming of the life we plan to achieve

They watch us closely
With grimaces and grins
As if they know
Our secrets and sins

The train rushes by
We stop and stare
And gaze in awe
At the children playing, unaware

I find my face
Across the tracks
But I don't see me
Looking back