Train Track

The mind is like the gravel next to the track

Always in front and in the back

Is it fast or is it slow?

It depends on when the train goes

Sometimes it completes

Or falls and deletes

The thoughts of  transactions

Sub-par or full with satisfaction

A penny here

Or a nickel and dime there

Each stop each clack

Is followed by the click of the track

And when the money rings

Even the dead man will sing

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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