Frank Black Blacharczyk Poet Free verse

First Class Ticket

I hear the train in the distance
I still have some time 
though it is getting shorter
Bought my ticket cost me a lot
The train whistle calls my name
It hasn't arrived then the conductor will 
call all aboard and my ticket will be punched 
I paid for first class seating
I need to get some errands done
Good byes forgiveness and tears 
a final hug it has been a long war
Battles filled with tears fears and laughter
The train whistle called my name
Now at the train station waiting 
for the conductor to punch my ticket
With reserved seating on a train
to take me home

Frank Black Blacharczyk

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