Astrid Hardjana

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We Are A Train (Through The Eyes Of A Grandmother) - Poem by Astrid Hardjana

I look down at myself
So small and innocent
So responsible and mature

We are a Train
Each car following
Slowly and steadily

It’s a privilege to discover
How each follows the first
Precisely though by fault

I admire the car in front of me
So trustworthy and comforting
And yet familiar

We are a train
Each car following
As time goes by

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 19, 2009



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