Listening to the train whistling forlornly down
the tracks, never slowing down, trying to capture
it's heart of joy.
Alas it's up against a feeling of sadness and
sorrow that just will not quit, no matter what,
testing speed, accelerating around the bend.
Trying to outrun tears that continue to flow
all down the tracks, that train whistle blowing
it's heart out.
Wishing that serenity will find a way to calm it's
mind, heart and soul, but to no avail as yet, as
it continues traveling into the unknown.
Going through one country - western song after another
all through the life of western hospitality, nothing
ever soothing its being.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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