Train Whistles

On a train in the middle of the country.  Summer 2011.

Train whistles call to a Home

            Though the whereabouts seem uncertain

Whistles like a groan:

            An invitation to The Curtain

The month of September felt as a Dream

            Conversations disappearing

Nothing is as it would seem

            Transportations ever nearing

Seemingly spending a life on this train

            Perplexing dualities forever confounding

Traversing the plain pretedingly sane

            Living to attain and become more rounding

Days speed up—taking their toll

            As we forget

We are growing but less full

            Never regret

Life is in constant transition

            We must transcend

Laughing at the idea of perdition—

We must mend

The time of life is now.

            Forever and always

Nothing is ever as important to know:

            Never live in future’s craze

Be never content to strive for mediocrity

            Every gift is responsibility

Talent is one’s curiosity

            Kinship is the doorway to mobility

Future is simply hope

            Past is an old, reinvigorating friend

Cease the feet of mope

            And Live Full ‘till the end!

The train will come someday

            The lights will all be low

We will step on board

            And still—we never know.