Life Is A Train Poem by Ravi Panamanna

(When the body of a loco piolet is taken from his quarters, he makes a last whimsical look at his own life) .
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As my body passes the gate,
A long whistle is heard.
As I begin my last voyage,
A train is heard at a distance.

And out of my coffin
I peep unto the rising smoke.
Long forgotten years open their wings
And make unto me a fleeting dive.

Crossing the pastures of life
I steered my train thro’ countless seasons.
Standing at the helm of matchless distances
I brought home a whole generation.

And the rhythm of wheels was my life,
The rising steam was my very breathe.
With the flying meads I shared a song,
Unto the silent nights it was an endless prayer.

And crossing the rills and many hills,
Taverns and multitude Junctions,
I reached my last post,
I took my train to the safest shores.