My heart is like the engine of a train
I don’t know why and hope I can explain
I do believe that all the hurt and fear
And time so full of joy and love live here
Together and may prove that life can be
A complex ride of wide diversity.
This little train of mine may chug its way
Along the rails we count upon each day
And find its voyage full of stops and starts
Touched by the strength and pace of beating hearts
Unlike my shiny train that’s made of steel
How does this muscle love and ache and feel ?
Claire V. Bogdanos 