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The Stops we make along the way.. We are all on the moving train of Life... Through our window... we view it scenes And as they pass, they pass into our memory so that new scenes may take their place. Some we forget, some we Remember through life's months.. January to December Some scenes become fixated memories Tell us of our ride, our personal history. On the journey... the train will stop When it finds historical places To refuel our lives, in different perspectives Of different places, and peoples faces It stops for War and Hate, It stops for Hope and Love It stopped for JFK, and it stopped when the music died It stopped in Vietnam, and stopped for Nixon too It stopped for Hell and Heaven.. On a 911 September day... It stopped in 2016 and has yet to move on Days to forgot, or days to remember.. Those who have ridden before or will ride after Will not know of our personal ride.. but will know of the train stops... we made. |
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I doubt we see the destinations if we are just along for the ride but when it stops..... as it has I can't help but ask What is it's goal? what is it's aim? what will the results be, and what will be it's purpose. Although I can ask...Only HISTORY will tell "others" the answer. It's a joy to ride the train And to see what matters.. Of Truth and Love, and our own imagination But sad to think... it soon won't matter When the train arrives At our final destination. When we can only just become.... our own memory.
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Thank You.... So my question was.. That I "thank you" for answering.. If a voice falls in the forest... and nobody's there to hear it.. Does it make it a sound?
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