I hear the whistle on the track
It seems to shout, come back, come back
But I have been this way before
Not once, but twice or maybe more
And cannot bear the lonesome sound
Of emptiness which I have found.
My bags are packed all set to go
I’m ready for another show
I do not have a backup plan
And may become an ” also ran ”
God with Your help, I’ll take a chance
Tis time to try to learn to dance !
Claire V. Bogdanos 