Train to NowhereA Poem by David Lewis PagetTrain to Nowhere The passengers on the railway train Were of a certain kind, I looked around, and saw their ages Similar to mine, We all stared out of the windows As everything went by, To pastures, green and fertile, Above them just the sky. We flew by woods and forests, By cottages and crofts, By cows and sheep and farmlands And barns with wooden lofts, We rattled past the seawalls That held back winter tides, And scanned the golden beaches The rocks and cliffs beside. I had a creeping feeling That something wasn’t right, The steel track went clickety-clack As we headed into night, The passengers were silent They looked so gaunt and pale, My life was flashing before my eyes With every hill and dale. Then in came the conductor Dark glasses and a hat, Was handing different tickets out Some white, and some were black, He seemed to peer into their eyes And then was choosing well, Which ticket he would offer them, White heaven, black marked hell. I bounded out of my seat at that And pulled hard on the cord, The train, it came to a screaming halt And he yelled, ‘Stay aboard.’ I made my way to the closest door And jumped out on the track, To see the conductor leer at me, ‘There is no going back!’ The train took off in the distance, I sighed in my relief, I knew just where it was going, Or that was my belief, It headed into a tunnel The last part of its ride, I know it never came out again On the other side. If ever you should find yourself On a rattling train, Check out the other passengers If they should look the same, You may be headed along the line To a fatal heart attack, So watch what ticket he offers you And never take the black. David Lewis Paget
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