A little girl of six
She sits legs folded beneath her
Watching for the speeding train
As it whizzes past her
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Some day when she grows up She will have no time for such as these Mother, wife, busy lady of the fast lane Her brows with so many cares be creased......... Very Good Poem and I welcome you to my page too.
Life, as sudden and passing, as the speeding train...amazed how it streams by. Well done giving us the quick glimpse.....PEACE