Tracks
My life is a train
Going place to place.
Each destination someone departs
Leaving an empty space.
Traveling slowly onward
Along these hard tracks,
I have to understand and realize.
There is no way I can look back.
Yes, there will be mishaps
And struggles along the way,
But my life is a train.
From my tracks I cannot stray.
👁 1💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.