That Long Silvered Corpse In Life To Nowhere Off Tracked. Poem by Michael Gale

Klack-klack-klack go outward heard the rails of life...
Forever going in lifely disturbed strife.

Look at the old homeless individual trailing a shopping cart...
His self esteem left forlorn but only saddened of heart.

All the homeless bum's personal possessions fill to the toply brim...
His hope or outlook in life seem to be fully grim.

He talks to himself and answers very angry as mad...
What a saddened life he has led or had.

His life is so sad...
His outlook is dismal and bad.

As i look out the Amtrak's windows i see only a long metaled trail...
I look to my left and only see a man talking to himself-This fellow passenger is only in a cell phoned unzoned spell.

Glassy eyed-This passenger reminds me of that lonely bum
who also talked to himself...
Like a discarded toy or book taken astrayed from a home's
lost forlorn lonely saddened shelf.

This train ride to sadness that i've climbed aboard...
Reveals to all a world of restless travels of lonely saddened
men and women who spend their lives lost on rails of trestles that
reach out to a dead ended life unscored.

The Sun's rays reflected off the train's metaled silver corpse...
Blind all viewers to life's successful railed and trailed on course.

It's a good idea to remember to only jump on the tracks that may
lead guaranteed to a real day of winning...
Just remember that it takes common sense to keep from life
many misleading days of sinning.