Treasure Island

Duane Botzek


Turning Sixty


It like I have been riding
That run away train
Rounding the uphill curve
Starting to slow down
Not wanting get off
Stepping into the ground

Looking down the track behind
Remember the miles
Whistle stops and vistas
Seem to have flourish by
While the wheels keep turning
When there is much yet to try

Rounding the uphill
My senses soundly developed and are so alive
Feeling the changes weather
Read waves in the switch grass
Harking birds singing and smell are fresher
My enlightenment has come to pass

Years ago down that track
I lost my Mother to cancer
She the age of fifty nine
What a point of impact does
Then I remember
How young She was

All of us were created for a purpose
This is why we live on
I am within my purpose
So let the trains roll on
For there is so much beauty
I can hardly take it in… rolling on
Rolling on…just keep rolling on

Submitted: Thursday, September 27, 2012
Edited: Friday, September 28, 2012

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Turning 60
Every hour 330 turn 60
It a major milestone
A collection of memories
My train is almost there
No going back
One-way track

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