My train of thought was derailed
with a resounding crash that echoed in the valley
ended up laying on its left side
the wheels spinning uselessly
Small fires quickly spread
as hot sparks flew from the damaged funnel
the water tank split spilling its load
creating a miniature pond
It was some time before it's repaired
and the track was carefully replaced and tested
hopefully lessons are learned from the event
and the same incidents can be avoided in future
My train of thought thunders down the line
pulling carriages of memories to their destination
being as efficient as it can ever hope to be
at least until the next derailment
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem