Life,
Is a train,
Rolling,
on,
and on.
And when it stops,
It is only,
to allow,
New people,
to flow,
In,
And out.

Life,
Is a train,
At the end,
It breaks down.
Slowly,
Not all at once.
A wheel here,
A whistle there.

Life,
Is a train,
Abandoned,
In a ditch.
Mourned,
For a while.
Forgotten,
In the end.