I had been reviewing my life that afternoon in 1964 <br />When I heard the whistle blow <br />Off in the distance a train approached <br />Little did anyone know at the time <br />A Pontiac on Maple Street was stalled on the tracks <br />Three drunken teenagers were playing 'Chicken' <br />With a two hundred ton engine roaring down on them <br />Life went on for me <br />Even as theirs appeared about to end <br />So young and such a waste it would have been <br />If those three boys were to have met death that day <br />So I simply wiped my mind clean of the train and its deadly whistle <br />And for that moment at least <br />All was set right with the world..... <br />Until we four went off to the war in Nam..... <br />There is no denying the Train its due <br />What is <br />Will be <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />2007© T. Sheridan<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-train-is-not-of-thought-unless-you-happen-to-be-on-one-part-2/
