Today's poem
Passing Away
Standing on an empty platform I watch
the train passing by,
to the east lie flowers of butterscotch
the wind driven petals die.
My bone weary feet burn with pain
as the train flies by,
heavy clouds punish with rain
I take a breath and sigh.
The face from one window remains
as the train rushes on
like a signpost on a lonely lane,
lost love forever gone.
1994
Passing Away
Standing on an empty platform I watch
the train passing by,
to the east lie flowers of butterscotch
the wind driven petals die.
My bone weary feet burn with pain
as the train flies by,
heavy clouds punish with rain
I take a breath and sigh.
The face from one window remains
as the train rushes on
like a signpost on a lonely lane,
lost love forever gone.
1994
