The Death Train.

We’re all waiting on the death train

To take us all away

Some will kick and scream

Some will merely say

Where does the death train go to

Is it a journey of despair

The million dollar question

Nobody really cares

All aboard the death train

The ticket is totally free

The conductor will point to the sign

You won't return at three

The track is never ending

Your life you’ll get to see

The answer you always searched for

Will be revealed at three

The door is finally opened

The platform sets you free

You see the sign before you

To be or not to be

The answer was the question

The conductor says with glee

All aboard the death train

Stopping just to see

Lives unanswered question

You never got to see

Revealed at the very end

Just as the clock struck three.

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

This is the journey of life, the unknown, unexpected; we all have to take this train, whether we want to or not; as it leads us to our final resting place; a one-way ticket; As you ride, you will reflect on your entire life, plenty of time to remember the good, the bad the ugly; all your questions throughout your life will be answered. Some will not care, others will "despair". A well put together poem with complexities- questions and answers and the unknown, well rhymed too. Fondly, Betty

[Paul Bell]

Hopefully the train won't depart for a long, long time. Mind you, in Britain they never depart.

[Relic]

Wouldn't it be ironic if we discovered heaven was as mundane as earth. I'm looking for those answers at three. :-)

[Paul Bell]

Be even worse if your bills were up there waiting for you, the final reminder. lol

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This is a real surprise, Paul! I wasn't expecting such a free flowing write of rhyme from you! This reads wonderfully well and your general idea is very original. We are all riding that death train and the journey is all one way. There will be a few stops along the way, hopefully no train wreck, and we'll all get our answers at the end of the journey. Metaphor for life, i guess. The destination is just unknown, as is the time of our own arrival. It's a fascinating idea! Much enjoyed, this one!

[Paul Bell]

That journey of despair, and that's just buying the ticket. Need a Monday cheer up. This is to the girl who changes every day.
She wore blue tights on the Monday.
Tuesday it was green.
Bright orange on the Wednesday.
Thursday it was cream.
I predicted black for the Friday.
She wore trousers.
Hate that girl.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

for me, the death here is a metaphor for caring...apathy will take over slowly as so many feel hopeless with the state of the world today....most of my students pay no attention to the news these days. Some admit they just don't care, some are just too frustrated and feel things will never get better anyway, so they live in their world of texting and headsets with music blaring...blocking out the world.
It is a sad state we are in today...And when that clock does strike three...where will we be?

j.

[Paul Bell]

Same here, Jacob, they all assume the news is fake so it becomes inconsequential. We're all waiting for the winter where we're told the virus really kicks a*s. Though was from a nurse so probably true.

[Paul Bell]

Change that though to that. lol