The Train (End Of The Line) Poem by John Leroy Maxwell

Leisure thoughts of traveling, across unknown parts of land..
Shimmering waters, bridged by rainbows, show the work
of God's own hand..
I'm not alone as we speed along lifes tracks and stops
along the way..
There are others here who ride this train, some traveling
night and day..
Most have a destination, maybe friends, or work or play..
Others ride looking for a home, someplace far away..
Leaving all that they had, never looking back, and praying
all the way..
The end of the line lies near, for all, who ride this certain train..
All must depart and go their way, thru the sunshine or the rain..
Some hopeful for a new start on life, others fleeing guilt or pain..
But one thing for sure, for all of them..
They shan't go back again..