RIDE THE TRAIN
I ride the train each day.
For this, I need to pay?
No seat I can see.
Never is one free.
I hang from the strap above.
A soft sigh feels like a dove.
I turn my head to the side.
And do you know what I find?
A girl standing next to me.
One as pretty as can be.
She offers a small smile.
Now I could walk a mile.
I stand up taller than before.
I am now ten feet off the floor.
A slight smile before she departs.
I’m left happy as my day starts.
TIME
Time is ticking away.
I fear I cannot stay.
Goodbyes must be fast,
And soon in the past.
My train is on the track.
I didn’t have time to pack.
So sad to leave today,
But what is there to say?
Goodbye my dear for now
As I take my last bow.
Time is ticking away.
I fear I cannot stay.
Goodbyes must be fast,
And soon in the past.
My train is on the track.
I don’t have time to pack.
So sad to leave today,
But what is there to say?
Goodbye my dear for now
As I take my last bow.
Dreamer’s Disease ~ Pt. 2
Chug, chug, chug.
We go through life.
Ups and downs.
Bump, bump, bump.
Happiness and sorrows.
Until the bitter end.
Toot, toot, toot.
Last stop.
x-bonebreaker-x
TIME
Time speeds on.
Not stopping for anyone.
Doors open for riders.
For a brief ride.
Leap on before it’s too late.
All too soon it’s your stop.
Jump off quickly.
Your time is up.
Source:weheartit.com
TIME
Time is ticking away.
I fear I cannot stay.
Goodbyes must be fast,
And soon in the past.
My train is on the track.
I didn’t have time to pack.
So sad to leave today,
But what is there to say?
Goodbye my dear for now
As I take my last bow.
Grand Central Terminal.
There is no other like you.
Keeping the pace through
the calm and the hectic.
Providing light through your
mullioned windows.
The watcher of it all.
The keeper of schedules.
But most of all the
keeper of time for those
passing through your gates.
Hello my best friend.
What are you thinking as
you stare out the car window?
Are you waiting for one of your
human sisters to come home?
Are you watching for the train?
What goes through your mind?
Whatever thoughts you are having
are definitely pure and sweet,
for you are the sweetest animal.
I love you my dear, Nounous.
This is my favorite picture of my Maltese, Nounous.
He is waiting for the LIRR to bring my daughter home from New York City.
He hears the train whistle but can’t see a train.
He becomes impatient.
He sits at the window, waiting.
As the train pulls into the station, he watches the doors pass by.
They are moving too fast for him to see his beloved friend.
The train stops.
The doors open.
Watching and waiting, he sees her.
He begins to howl, pawing at the window.
He is still not sure.
He has to wait for her to come closer.
It looks like her, but he can’t tell.
She is beside the car window and shouts,”Nounous I’m home.”
He jumps up and down, woofing with joy.
She is home.
