A Derailed Train Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

How is it possible,
That a derailed train...
Can be placed back on track,
Yet leave the conductor...
Engineer and screaming passengers,
All undecided...
As to which end the caboose goes.
Or the destination.

'Caboose?
Those are not used anymore.'

And today,
We call this invited confusion,
Progress?
We were better off knowing,
Awaiting a stagecoach...
Would more than likely be delayed.
To be assured...
From A to B,
Patience was kept until 'C' came.