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Passing The Time On The Train
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Change/Transitions Passing the time on the great silver train,
Listening to the whispers and voices
Of the many faceless, tired travellers,
Sharing the quiet time there and about.
Perhaps to embrace the lives of a few
Like Joseph and Margaret Kisch, so kind,
Who hail from a place called Toronto CA.,
Sharing a small meal of crackers and cheese
With the stranger they see across the aisle
Who has naught to do but silently sit
And weep with gentle tears upon her cheeks.
They can feel her tender heart has been crushed.
And she has travelled far from those she loves
To flee the harsh memories of a man
Who, with dark deceptions, destroyed her world.
They, in their ageless love for each other,
Know this to be as real as time itself
As she stares outside the window for hours,
Hearing only the clacking of the wheels,
Steel against steel, riding the endless tracks
Watching the landscape outside hasten by,
New lands, new life, new hope, maybe, for her
Outside the window where nothing seems real
Moving too swiftly to be tangible
Like the silent movies of long ago
Reeling quick, faster than real life.
These trusting people, Joe and Margaret
Did not know this simple act of kindness,
An unselfish meal of crackers and cheese
Would change the life of the lady that day.
Wow, still after all this time. The lesson of pain lasts a long time, but remember there are those who will always love you!
Hi Amy,
Some things are worth waiting for. This poem is so filled with emotion. And it is so nice to know that there are still some great people out there. How lucky you were to find two of them when you really needed to.
Now I have to ask: Did you finally sit down and write this because of your recent trip?
Really, really nice.
Kris