Life's A Train Poem by ObiGod Chidi CC

Life's a train
Full of pilgrim of time,
It awaits no slacker
Like a racing tick tock
It speeds on its rail.
The people I first saw
I no longer see
For they have dropped
At their destinations
As the late that arrived late
Or earlier in fatal accidents;
With tears our ears bear
The fears of darling loss,
Holding on to memories
As a puff of loved smokes,
It fades into our reality
Leaving behinds marks
And tracks of deeds
Recorded or recited.
Dead songs still singing,
Lost ideas still roaming,
Stiff pictures still moving
As shadows of absence
Become memories we miss.
Now another birthday
Prophesies of a funeral,
And each funeral narrates
The end of birthdays
As celebrations elevates,
A step is taken closer.
Life is the empty hyphen
Between a glad birthday
And a good sad funeral;
When a home call rings
And your time train halts.
Look back at the hyphen
What picture you painted?
How many pages you fill?
Does your melody echo
In the streets of living minds
Who remembers you and smile?
To die without regrets
Live to be great and grateful
With your cup empty or full
Poor it on what fulfills you soul.



© 03-5-2018