Ghost Train

Oh station , station Yee of intermittent locomotive thoroughfare Once standing proud now sadly scheduled surplus to moderna Redundant made it's ticket booth , collector and so to it's master Resigned and destined for graffiti spray to patch it's walls With it's clock battery powered down It's fate a clubhouse for tomorrows youth to wreck and frequent gather in and under Smoke and try initial cigarette plume cough and alcoholic spirit drunken after shock hangover It's track's to be repatriated back to nature 6 foot overgrown by scrub , weed and bush No click no clack no whisper harking back Visitation only by means of historical scholastic dissertation It's final lesson thus if willing to accept Everything once valued once it has seved it's purpose and past it's exasperation date Will in fact so to in future be cast aside and face this exact fate And maybe if nothing else but for death will be saved from Seeing all the things we treasure and keep as memories most dear Disappearing before us and and so to point out That the light at the end of the tunnel is fast becoming dimmed by the milli-second