Every time I sit in my car,
Waiting for a train to pass by…
I wonder why I didn’t live more,
Asking myself the big question, Why?
I wished I was a daring man,
Hopping on the next passing freight.
I realize now turning seventy,
My chance is decades too late.
Still I’ve had love and adventures,
Way beyond any railroad track…
Time’s like a locomotive,
Full speed forward, no turning back.
A few times wealth and happiness,
Felt like passed out meager rations…
Yet I discovered happiness
Pulling into my memories’ stations.
