See the calendar pages fly
The days are fleet and passing by
From March to June, so seeming blest
Continueing through all the rest
There is no halting summer, fall
Or any time each year at all !
LIFE’S PASSAGE ( 2019 ) 2019/04/19
I hear the whistle of the train
Reverberating in my brain
Its lonesome wail echoes so clear
And sends a song into my ear
There is a mystery you bring
With every plaintive note you sing.
Oh how I wish to ride with you
Until my sojourn here is through
But that can never be, my friend
Our journey lasts until its end !
Claire V. Bogdanos 