The Train Of Life... Poem by Sebastian Melmoth

Like a new-born child we meet each other at life's station ready to board not knowing the destination.
Anticipation of the journey ahead will everything be on time, will there be delay, to disrupt the timetable hanging by a thread.
Our parents' guide us in our carriage sitting beside us like sturdy tracks on the line, following the safety signs so that we will be fine.
Middle aged now we're halfway through our journey, we start to appreciate the scenery more out the window, the memories as the train builds up speed.
The conductors we meet along the way making sure we have the right ticket. Some of us end up in first class others struggle to find a seat on life's train it can be a muddle.
The wheels well-oiled as we age through life's journey, we meet our kids, family as our carriage grows.
Feeling sad as time goes by remembering those that had to get off at stops along the way.
As we get closer to our final destination the announcer tells us we are approaching to get us prepared for what's coming, getting ready to take our baggage with us.
We then think back to when we first met each other, each memory on the journey of life's Train.
As we get out and take our final steps on the platform we step, to be reunited again with all we met travelling on life's train.