There was a time, not long ago,
At a place whose tracks now have stalled,
Of a journey as near as my hopes and my tears-
With a finale that end at four walls.
The blare of that horn of the car you drove
Insistent and impatient for my aid,
After all, the driver could not tote all her goods
And my thoughts: "Oh. Please go away! "
How now I listen and hearken to that cavalry charge-
The one that I'll never hear again,
Now I must wait for my invitation to Heaven's final dance…
Where errant time is not a distance-but when.
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