The Train Of Moving On Poem by Anisa Tara

The Train of Moving On hurtles on
The wayside crowded with passersby
Clutching goodbyes to their well-heaved chests
Dragging bags behind them
So much of letting go
This life beckons us to do
They sit by the trains
Lives emptied by longing interminable
When living is elsewhere for them to do
Some linger in the in-between
One foot in, another out and undecided
But The Train of Moving On never stops
I have not found room in its aisles or rows
Though its patrons are scarce and few
I hold the hand of a beautiful young boy
I have not found the courage to set free
Though he has long since boarded and left
My other hand chained
To a girl of twenty-four with tears in her eyes
She's been begging to be laid to rest
We've shed tears for centuries now
When she asks me to go on
I ask her how
A grandfather who had my heart
Trails my slow paces
Toward the crowded platforms
But there is too much to hold on to
Passed from hand to hand
Shadow to shadow
For me to ever let go