Riding The Rails (Poetry)

I’ll be glad when the ride is over —
relieved when the journey is done
it promised a thrill, but I’m waiting still
and in truth it’s not been fun

At the start it seemed exciting
and I queued with the rest of the crowd
all my hope flew high in a blue, blue sky
while the laughter rang out loud

I clung on tight to my ticket
as I boarded the fantasy train
found a window seat and sucked on a sweet
gazing out at the passing terrain

Folk got on and got off every station
some were noisy and bursting with chat
then the air became stale, I felt myself pale
and I fell — it was simple as that

He was typically dark and handsome
I knew he could never be mine
I loved the rat but he soon left me flat
for some girl further down the line

There were others I gave my heart to
but they battered it black and blue
yet I travelled on while the future shone
and its promise still held true

Till this evening found me weary
and the rails stretched steely cold
I miss my friends and longing lends
some grace to my growing old

So I won’t be sad when it’s over
though I wish it has been more fun
I feel life slow as it’s time to go
for the ride is almost done