The Train Of Life Poem by Tina Baaklini

The train of life
Has no destination
As time, it is linear
No orientation

We wander, we wonder
Where should we go?
What should we do?
Sometimes we fight
Sometimes we surrender

If we fight stormy waves
We are digging our own graves
Yet we've got to fight the odds
With no effort, who can reach the top?

Above all, we shouldn't fight for little
But rather choose wisely our battles
And waste not our years on paths unclear

If we listen to our heart and soul
We shall find the light
And choose right which train to ride

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