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Life is like a runaway train,
It's journey's speed, you can't restrain.
Can fill each day with what you please,
Keep special ones in memories,
Envision only, future days.
Timed trip is measured- and relays
You can't slow down or speed ahead;
So fast it zooms until you're dead.
Pilgrims stuck on time's fast track,
Lickety-split, no going back.
Into the void of endings, turns;
Train station waiting, no returns.
April 11, 2018
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2018
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