The Train
I waited for the moment which never came—
expected more.
But they lied!
Oh, how gullible.
Why did I not see?
Because I was blinded by my hope.
Even as the train was carting me off
to the final destination,
I smiled,
and thought the morning sun was pleasant enough.
The passengers all held hands,
and sang Amazing Grace.
expected more.
But they lied!
Oh, how gullible.
Why did I not see?
Because I was blinded by my hope.
Even as the train was carting me off
to the final destination,
I smiled,
and thought the morning sun was pleasant enough.
The passengers all held hands,
and sang Amazing Grace.
Samuel DiPaola 
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