Beauty in a Train Ride

When I was still quite young,
The train was full of fun
domain between domains
Imagination uncontained

I can still hear the noise
the kid inside enjoyed
when I think long and hard
of the next-door Rail Yard

Loud Engines Rumble and Roar
My brain begins to Soar
Steam clouds Whistle and Screech
Large Worlds Appear in reach

Where will we go, I asked
Mom said, "A place to bask,
A field full of color,
a realm unlike any other!"

Far away worlds, we'd go,
in a train from long ago
in a vessel of old,
views of life made of gold

"Can we fly," I asked Mom
as she softly held my palm
"You'll soar high," she replied,
As the flowers passed by

"Let's stop here," I pleaded
She gave me a lesson I needed.
"Things pass by, and that's okay
Even I'll leave one day."

It's sad to leave behind,
flowers that brightly shine
You can look for a time
And then leave them behind.

Saying goodbye gives way
For the next joyful day,
These flowers loved by eyes
of the next passer-by.

The beauty now faded
My life now degraded
since I was persuaded
to take those drugs while jaded

Mundane life I disdain
I don't want to remain
Chains wrap my neck like reins
I choke, my hopes all drained

My mother in that train,
How she'd complain so profane
I should be restrained insane
At the very least, detained.

My routine so arcane
drugs control my domain
Something needs to be changed
Before I'm caught; arraigned

So I vainly refrain
The cocaine now abstained,
I rejoice and proclaim
control of my domain

A wish I'd ascertain
View that eloquent terrain
Ride the train again
Imagination obtained

Called my mom and regained
and her love ascertained.
I remember her smile
Her pretty side profile

We rode that loud train ride
One last time as she died
I realized in that mile
How Life is so fragile

As I carry bouquets
And read you this essay
This, I wish to replay
Everyone leaves someday

Visit worlds far away
You can be sad or say yay
I'm glad we lived today
Enjoyed the train's display

Life is an uphill climb,
And sometimes goes awry,
But hopefully, you'll find
Beauty in a Train Ride

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