Anyway, I'm posting a new poem today. And come February, I'm going to blog every day-I promise. I'm going to do what is called the "30 day song challenge." You'll just have to wait and see what it is! Mwa haa haa!
This poem is called The Lady and the Train (I had a great picture to put with it, but this new blogger layout is not working)
There is a woman.
A woman who sits
alone.
Every day with her
burgundy suitcase,
She waits for the
train’s drone.
No one asks for her
ticket,
No one asks for her
name,
She is simply another
in the crowd,
Yet every day it is
the same.
She carries a small
journal
Writing the days
away,
She never looks up,
just writes
And no one asks, “What
does it say?”
On a stormy day, she
was still there
No train departed for
fear of the weather.
She finished the
journal this day,
And stood with a
smile as faint as a feather.
She was asked by a
man,
“You leave today,
madam?”
“That is correct, sir,”
she replied
“There is no train,
no rhythm.”
She smiled, “You don’t
need to know,
Where you shall end
up in life,
For it is how you get
there that matters,
And what you do once
you arrive.”
She walked off into
the rain,
She disappeared into
the ghastly weather.
She was forgotten,
The wise and lovely
author.
Until next time!
Meg
