The TrainA Poem by Melinda McQueenThe Train
The train moved along the tracks, Daring not to look back. At first, slow and steady, Then it picked up speed.
For it was leaving behind All the dirt and grind That it had picked up through the miles, Along with its every wile.
Carrying precious cargo, Onward it goes. Having no room for Hatred, Self-Doubt, Hopelessness and Jealousy to crowd.
No, it all was removed at the last stop, Not one was left, no, not a drop. It was removed to make room For Love, Hope and Truth.
Yes, precious cargo indeed Filled the train completely. The further it progressed down the tracks, Faith and Peace had no lack.
When it arrived at its destination, Its final station... The horn blew once more from the Conductor’s Seat,
For the train had been driven by Mercy. © 2016 Melinda McQueenReviews
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StatsAuthorMelinda McQueenTXAboutHello, I'm Melinda from Texas. I am a published author. I'm in a chair with Cerebral Palsy and writing is my outlet. I have found deep pleasure in writing poetry. Writing helps me express my emotion.. more..Writing
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