The Train of Passing Time
I ride the train of passing time
as I lay me down
I hear the wheels begin to churn
around and ’round and ‘round
A first class ticket to the past
my pillow is for me
the stops it makes, unlimited
and oh, the fare is free
My wedding day, a sea of white
the friends who’d gathered near
My first date, that amusement park
my roller coaster fear
Then farther back the train rolls on
to grandma’s chocolate cake
I only hope I’ll see her smile
before it’s time to wake
No worries, as I often ride
love’s vouchers to redeem
I know my journeys truly are
much more than just a dream
Copyright © Mike Gentile | Year Posted 2023
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