The Small Bump

Trying to make time last
is like trying to stop a train
in full pace.

Moving faster and faster it seems
like nothing can stop it,
Till that bump,
that one little bump.

The train came to a halt and wondered
what had happened,
Looking around with such intention
to find what thing could possibly
had stopped me.

Then there it was that small bump
right on the tracks,
That one little bump that brought
me to a stop.

I sat there on the tracks
not moving at all,
just sitting there and thinking,
Asking my self one question,
Why was i moving so fast?

Slowly i realized that there is no
need to rush everything,
Sometimes i just need to slow down,
Sometimes,
 i need a bump.

Slowly now the train begun to move once
more down those narrow tracks,
Just chugging along.

You know,
 maybe the only thing people
need today is that one bump,
That one single small bump to stop them
in their tracks,
So they can take a look around
and see what they had missed.

Author's Note

hope you like this poem...

Reviews

[chillz]

great job!
chillzxxx

[HopelesslyDevoted]

this is amazing!

[Misty Blue Eyes]

awww i like this poem.. how is everything these days?