THE FINAL WHISTLE…
Do we forget
The approaching whistle…?!
There,
At the last station,
There’s room for all,
And the train doesn’t care
If passengers have anything
In their pockets…
It leaves only smoke behind.
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Author:
sami mulaj (
Offline) - Published: August 7th, 2024 14:54
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Comments2
Our sense of aggrandizement leaves us feeling like the train won't leave the station without us. But life goes on. Loved the piece
OK Thanks for a beautiful compliments. It is true that the train we all depart whether you like it or not the train departs.
Great write
Thank you!
You're welcome
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