A little girl of six
She sits legs folded beneath her
Watching for the speeding train
As it whizzes past her
She is entralled by its speed
and time is lost to her in the seconds of its speed
Some day when she grows up She will have no time for such as these Mother, wife, busy lady of the fast lane Her brows with so many cares be creased......... Very Good Poem and I welcome you to my page too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life, as sudden and passing, as the speeding train...amazed how it streams by. Well done giving us the quick glimpse.....PEACE