On The Move Poem by Edwina Reizer
On The Move
I hear the wheels of the train rolling,
rolling around on its track.
And as it rolls my mind drifts
and thinks, ' I can't go back.'
I must keep moving forward
and forget the lonely past.
The fact that I just picked up and left
have left them all aghast.
Can I find anything different
in some place brand new?
Or will it be just as dismal
because I'm not with you?
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