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.
GOODBYE
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TIME TICKS AWAY
Time is ticking away.
I fear I cannot stay.
Goodbyes must be fast,
And soon in the past.
My train waits 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.
FAREWELL
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.
RIDE THE TRAIN
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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 taller than before.
I am ten feet off the floor.
A slight smile before she departs.
I’m left happy as my day starts.
RIDE THE TRAIN
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
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.
TICKING AWAY
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.
LAST STOP
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.
TIME
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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
NOUNOUS–THE IMPATIENT MALTESE
My favorite picture of my Maltese, Nounous.
He is waiting for my daughter
He is waiting for my daughter
to come home from New York City.
The train whistles.
The train whistles.
He searches for the train.
He waits impatiently by the car window.
The train pulls into the station.
He waits impatiently by the car window.
The train pulls into the station.
The doors pass by, one by one.
They are moving too fast for him
to see his beloved friend.
The train stops.
The doors open.
He sees her.
He howls,
The train stops.
The doors open.
He sees her.
He howls,
pawing at the window.
He is still not sure.
He’s waiting for her to walk closer.
She stops beside the car window
He is still not sure.
He’s waiting for her to walk closer.
She stops beside the car window
and shouts,”Nounous I’m home.”
He jumps up and down,
He jumps up and down,
woofing with joy.
She is home.
She is home.
