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Thursday, September 12, 2013

Time Is A Fast Train


"Sometimes I feel that life is passing me by, not slowly either, but with ropes of steam and spark-spattered wheels and a hoarse roar of power or terror.  It's passing, yet I'm the one who's doing all the moving." 
 ~Martin Amis, Money

 
 
 

When we were children the world was at our service
and life was a large menu before our eyes.

All the choices were a wonderful entre
and each dish we wanted to try.

Every day was like a train ride
that seemed to move too slow,

Yet with time it gained momentum
and faster and faster it did go.

The places that pass fly faster
like migrant birds in flight.

Everyday seems to grow shorter
as life's chores increase in size.

In time we are all grown up
and the tables seem to turn,

like smoke from the steam engine

where the coals char and burn.

Then the world becomes our master
and we provide it our best seat,

and life's menu gets smaller
that we need glasses to try and read.

For time is a fast moving train
and the conductor we are not.

So passenger of life take the provisions
and in return give it all you've got.
 

6 comments:

Helen said...

HUGE sigh ..................

Jerry E Beuterbaugh said...

Incredible imagery!

LaTonya Baldwin said...

Beautiful. Thanks for coming by.

Kutamun said...

This is excellent Carrie, thanks....perhaps he is like Charon, this ferryman/ trainman ?

~T~ said...

Very true!

Chris said...

Nice flow of words. It makes me miss my childhood and how "BIG" the world use to seem! Thanks for sharing! Chris