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.
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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.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. how very true are your thoughts dear poet. wonderful. tony