The Train

The Train

Don’t be a fool and miss the train
It will not pass this way again
So jump aboard and take this ride
Your future now is open wide

And yet beware with such a mind
For searchers, in the end, will find
What can be done by those who know?
The burden now can never go

A world of beauty and of vice
One man eats cake, one hopes for rice
And ‘powers’ we know one day will fall
Still play their game, no doubts at all

Let us then in our faith be true
Let’s hope each day for something new
Respecting old ways, wanting more
We’re on the train – what lies in store?

(c) Simon J. Halliday 2014