The Next Train

Time enters the platform, whistling;

“Board or deboard, your choice.

I roll on my track in my own way,

Be with me to create your day”

I stood there looking at her

Hesitant, confused, unsure;

She smiled and said,

“Hurry! I am scheduled, I cannot wait”

Disoriented, jumbled, I stared

Whistling by, she loudly uttered,

“I could accommodate to lead you far

To explore the new, to touch the star.”

I missed! The chance is gone,

I need to wait till my next morn.

Opportunity called me again and again

Unprepared, envisioned, I, now wait for the next train.