The Train of Life

(The Author,Marv Hardin)

 

Some folks drive the train of life looking out the window,

Watching miles of life roll by and marking every year,

The sit in sad remembrance of wasted days gone by,

They curse their life for what it was and hang their head and cry,

 

But I don’t concern myself with that, I took a different vent,

I look forward to what life holds and not what has been spent,

So strap me to the engine, as securely as I can be,

I want to be out of the front, to be what I can see. 

 

I want to feel the winds of change, blowing in my face,

I want to see what life unfolds, as I move from place to place,

I want to see what’s coming up, not looking at the past,

Life’s too short for yesterdays, it moves along too fast.

 

So if the ride gets bumpy, while you are looking back,

Go up front, and you may find, your life has jumped the track,

It’s all right to remember, that’s part of history,

But up front, where it’s happening, there’s so much mystery.

 

The enjoyment of living is not where we have been,

It’s looking ever forward to another year or ten,

It’s searching all the byways, never should you refrain,

For if you want to live your life, you gotta drive the train.