Poem 208:

A Dirty Little Railroad

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Time
a dirty little railroad
hidden in forest trees
not knowing where you’re going
or where you’ve been
one day you arrive
all alone.

Forgotten
in the midst of the forest,
amid life’s battles and frays
was a childhood friend and loved ones dear
somewhere along the way,
a heart grew weary.

Before
that ole train pulls in,
invite someone to join you,
the heart now hollow, fill  with love
and when you finally step off,
do so, with a friend.

Poem (updated) originally posted in my old site: utahwhispers

© 2015 by James Spruell All rights reserved

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