The Train of Life
by Marv Hardin
"Some folks ride the train of life,
looking out the rear,
Watching miles of life roll by,
and marking every year.
They sit in sad remembrance,
of wasted days gone by,
And curse their life for what it was,
and hang their head and cry.
But I don't concern myself with that,
I took a different bent,
I look forward to what life holds,
and not what has been spent.
So strap me to the engine,
as securely as i can be,
I want to be out on the front,
to see what I can see.
I want to feel the winds of change,
blowing in my face..."
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