The platform was nearly empty
A few stragglers from the fading day
Waiting for the last train
To transport them away.
The reasons for their journey
Were different and unrelated
But each held a ticket
As so patiently they waited.
Our lives are never guaranteed
We're just players, in a game of chance
Some of us will get to attend the ball
While others will miss the dance.
Each day presents its highs and low’s
The triumphs and the strains
While we all wait unexpectedly
For the arrival of our last trains.