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I Write To Express My Thoughts

I heard that old familiar train horn. It’s that time of the night, you know...and now more than ever before I truly wonder if I should stay or if I should go...what be my destination. some cosmopolitan place, a place of a million people who are forever running place to place...or might it be for me some quiet out of the way place where the sidewalks fold at a few hours after dinner time ends...small town somewhere in America where most people in time might learn my time...

..,somehow though I’ll probably stay where I am here in this place as I’m finally learning some of the streets and they are beginning to look the same...

... that old train horn on those old tracks mightily worn...every night comes round the bend playing that same old train song...whether I will or whether I won’t for me seems like to me will be the same old song...

...there she goes down the tracks out of sight and around the bend...I’ll watch her till she goes and I’ll be here watching for her to come back again blowing her train horn enticing me maybe with maybe a new song...

...sure wish I be twenty years younger. just maybe I’d take a chance hopping on that old train coming before she rounds the bend...
sunrisehawk · 61-69, M
What a lonesome sound you share
thanks for reading[@396546,sunrisehawk]

 
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