It is such an eventuality

Like crossing a train track

That you will eventually catch a train

And a slow moving one at that.

Time rushes onward,

Birthdays pass, seasons change.

I've never gone swinging in birches

Or even taken that trip to Alaska.

One of these days it will change.

Such is my eventuality,

As that train slowly creeps past,

Past my car, past my house, my life.

I am the eventual, eternal catcher of trains.

08/30/2007

Posted on 08/30/2007
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