Write your own story

I Rode A Train To Union State
 On A Warm Midsummer Day
 And As I Rode A Friend, I Made
 Of Sweet And Kindly Grace  

 She Was 53 Or More
 Had Hiked Around The World And More
 Lusting, Listening, Heart Alight
 She Spoke Four Hours Of Her Flights!

 Suddenly,
 Her Rhythm Broke
 She Stared At Me, Hard, As She Spoke-
 What Have You Done Thus Far Young Girl?
 You Have But One Life In This World!
 Write Your Own Story!
 Sing Your Own Songs!
 Lest You Forever Hum Along
 To Pass The Roses By The Glen
 Your Words Mundane And Life Unpenned!

 Will I Take Her Words To Heart?
 Or By The Steel’d Tracks Depart?

 Write Your Own Story
 Sing Your Own Songs
 Or Forever, Gaily, Hum Along . . .