Woke up today, with
nothin' much to say -
went down to the station, to
watch them trains head out 'cross the nation -
with a cup of joe black, sat
a spell on a cold railroad track -
had a long slow smoke
and watched it roll... thinkin'
them old rattlers
sure got alot of soul.
The lonesome sound of an empty boxcar
came floatin' in on an airwave,
singin' my blues down
into their own dark grave -
it put a smile
upon my face,
lifted me up
to a better place -
made up my mind
not to think it over twice,
life is just the way it is
and everything's gonna be alright -
Sittin' down here alone
at the railroad yard,
I come to the conclusion:
livin' really doesn't need to be
so damn hard.
It's interesting how symbolic a railroad track can be...we can either look back nostaligically at where we have been, or look forward with a bright hope for what tomorrow might bring....that's what I sense you want the reader to glean from this beautiful piece Smoky.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In the end, life IS what we make it, but YOU are shaped by the life given you before you're allowed to control it. So because of what was done to us in our youth. Things like trust, faith, and love of anyone can be altered or enhanced. Sometimes making it harder on that person to have a gentile life. But, Smoky you are correct in saying that life doesn't have to or meant to be that hard. Thank you for reminding all of us that fact