TRAIN OF LIFE

Some folks ride the train of life
Looking out the rear.
Watching miles of life roll by
And marking every year.

They sit in sad remembrance
Of wasted days gone by.
And curse their life for what it was
And hang their heads and cry.

But I don't concern myself with that.
I took a different vent.
I look forward to what life holds
And not what has been spent

So strap me to the engine
As securely as I can be.
I want to be out on the front
To see what I can see.

I want to feel the winds of change
Blowing in my face.
I want to see what life unfolds
As I move from place to place.

I want to see what's coming up,
Not looking at the past.
Life's too short for yesterdays.
It moves along too fast.

The enjoyment of living
Is not where we have been.
It's looking ever forward
To another year and ten.

It's searching all the byways.
So never should you refrain.
For if you want to live your live,
You gotta drive the train!

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