The Realistic Drive
The cock's clarion call,
The sparrow's proclamation,
The gradual total overthrow of darkness,
Welcome morning!
Light? Of hope or illusion?
A twenty-four-wheeled vehicle,
What a relief it's thundered and roared past,
Past to return no more,
It's passengers' sorrows and bitterness,
Conductor's disappointment.
Why peer into the darkness?
Why sniff the bitter trail of that doomed vehicle?
Love choking?
Ah!
Put it behind you!
It's a new bright promising day,
Flag down the vehicle of hope,
Hop in for a jolly critical ride,
Put on the seatbelt of courage, hardwork and caution,
Your dreamland is your destination.
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