"The Train of Life"
Some
folks ride the train of life looking out the rear,
Watching miles of life roll by and marking every year.
They
sit in sad remembrance of wasted days gone by,
And curse their life for what it was and hang their head
and cry.
But
I don't concern myself with that, I took a different vent,
I look forward to what life holds and not what has been
spent.
So
strap me to the engine, as securely as I can be,
I want to be out on the front, to see what I can see.
I
want to feel the winds of change, blowing in my face,
I want to see what life unfolds, as I move from place to
place.
I
want to see what's coming up, not looking at the past,
Life's too short for yesterdays, it moves along too fast.
So
if the ride gets bumpy, while you are looking back,
Go up front, and you may find, your life has jumped the
track.
It's
all right to remember, that's part of history,
But up front's where it's happening, there's so much mystery.
The
enjoyment of living is not where we have been,
It's looking ever forward to another year and ten.
It's
searching all the byways, never should you refrain,
For if you want to live your life, you gotta drive the train.
~By
Marv
Hardin
(Contributed
by Ron who lives in Bend, Oregon)
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