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THE TRAIN OF LIFE
THE TRAIN OF LIFE
We are all born little engines with a purpose in life to fulfil
The rail road lines of life are laid as we start to climb our hill
Our brand new shiny engine ready to pull the load
A lifetime pulling coaches on a long and winding road
Steaming like a trooper with a noisy whistling whine
Heading for the sea-side and rolling down the line
Coaches full of people travelling here and there
Ticket master with his bag collecting all the fare
Signals at the ready to warn if danger looms
Sometimes we never see them but that’s how life assumes
Water at the ready to make the engines steam
We fill our tanks and carry on to try and fulfil our dream
The load can be quite heavy as we learn to cope with stress
When a life of being an engine counts for nothing but duress
The tell-tale signs start showing after years of being loyal
Your nothing but an engine and your running low on oil
The mighty little engine that once was fast and strong
Has now become outdated the road of life is long
No loud and piercing whistle or steam to drive the train
The scrap yard is our destiny recycled to start again
We are all born little engines with a purpose in life to fulfil
The rail road lines of life are laid as we start to climb our hill
Our brand new shiny engine ready to pull the load
A lifetime pulling coaches on a long and winding road
Steaming like a trooper with a noisy whistling whine
Heading for the sea-side and rolling down the line
Coaches full of people travelling here and there
Ticket master with his bag collecting all the fare
Signals at the ready to warn if danger looms
Sometimes we never see them but that’s how life assumes
Water at the ready to make the engines steam
We fill our tanks and carry on to try and fulfil our dream
The load can be quite heavy as we learn to cope with stress
When a life of being an engine counts for nothing but duress
The tell-tale signs start showing after years of being loyal
Your nothing but an engine and your running low on oil
The mighty little engine that once was fast and strong
Has now become outdated the road of life is long
No loud and piercing whistle or steam to drive the train
The scrap yard is our destiny recycled to start again
Published 19th Oct 2013
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19th Oct 2013 11:51pm
This is really cool, I love the flow and the concept also, mainly because just yesterday a friend and I were attributing different chapters of life to trains. So I extra love it for that reason, perfect timing for me to read. Nice work, enjoyed the rhymes, too.
