Another Day In the Train

Another day in the train Sat with jack on the train It moved on Jack said wait, hold on Let me move on I asked him why?, He started to cry, Replied, It’s the train of life Not my type, No complaints No arguments either Well its life So why bother, why cry? But Yet a feeling so weird So different Everyday is new I remain the same old in the crew A different train But the same me I wish, said he I pull the chain, and let it be Get down & move on On the platform of life Where there’s no life I waited for him And saw him go I pulled his hand But he let me go It was different Something, which I could not believe But it just happened And it startled me In the Train of Life.. !!! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ You can find Distance in my book of poems "labyrinth on---http://www.amazon.com/Labyrinth-Mustafah-Mun/dp/1409285251/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1252381235&sr=1-1