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In the cold and fog-drenched station
I await life's final train
In the waiting room of existence
I prepare for death's end game.
As I check the clock once more
Whose hands have moved like snails
I hear a rumbling in the distance
Death's train approaching on the rails.
I board an empty carriage
Where no soul is seen or heard
Now the train departs this station
For my last journey in this world.
It takes me through my memories
Of life and loves and joys
Of friends and places seen
And all my childhood toys.
As I re-live times gone by
The train begins to slow
There's a platform on each side
Where they lead I do not know.
I choose the right hand door
And alight on sodden earth
Here awaiting my arrival
All my friends and kin since birth.
As death's train departs;
To collect another soul. |
