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Tom Turner
Poems
Oct 2022
The Coming Of The Train
One day an old and worn-out train
will come along and call my name,
and I will know to climb inside.
There will be no need to run.
I’ll have no shadow in the sun
and know there is no need to hide.
And then the man I tried to be
will look out the glass and see
fields of dreams and a cloudless sky.
And I will have no fears or tears
and will not pray for one more day.
The train runs swiftly on silent tracks
and my yesterdays will be flash backs,
thousands in the blink of an eye.
Wave to me, and do not cry
as the whistle blows and I pass by
on one last ride to see the sea.
And then the man I tried to be
will look out across that sea,
and see horizons of goodbye.
And I will have no fears or tears
and will not pray for one more day.
Written by
Tom Turner
75/M/North Carolina
(75/M/North Carolina)
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