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Railroad watch
My father gave me a railroad watch,
and every now and then, in bed,
I open its face and sadly gaze
at another hour slipped away.
Another day older,
another page turned—
a calendar on the wall confirms
there's a station in life, I think we know.
But with more to say,
a train's on its way,
where time rebukes our further stay.
and every now and then, in bed,
I open its face and sadly gaze
at another hour slipped away.
Another day older,
another page turned—
a calendar on the wall confirms
there's a station in life, I think we know.
But with more to say,
a train's on its way,
where time rebukes our further stay.
Published 20th Jan 2025
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