The Train

A man drowned in smile,
"This is my time..."
He said with pride.
He's got the ticket not so long ago.
He'll be gone for the train.

Not things he'll be packed,
only trust that may not be tarnished,
"The 'Greens' won't work, The Landlord told me."

The long walk
for him,
For 59 years old of him,
Will not be sweet,
However trust will give him some.
The Sweets.

Stands still at the platform,
With dancing heart
And singing soul.
He hopes the train may come,
In time.

He drowned in smile
With dreams to die for,
He raises his foot,
Holds on the pole,
Time to say goodbye.

He rides on the train,
Smiles....and tears for a while.
"The LandLord is good, the LandLord is good...!"
He says with tears of joy
and drowning smile.
With dreams to die for.