The Train
The Train
Running through the windy night,
Holding the schedule fine and tight,
The endless journey now begins
There goes the whistling train.
Crossing the river, crossing the fields
Traveling like a bullet on the track of steels,
Leaving the reminisces behind its tail
Passing the signals without any fail.
Rising with the morning light,
Forgetting about yesterday's plight,
Roaring through the thick mist,
Checking all the stations on the list.
As the train reaches the last stop
All the humans began to pop,
You can see the hopeless crowd
But The Train is ready to be endowed!