Life Is Like a Train
Andrew Forschler ‘16
Streamlined, steam line
Chromed body
The train rushed on through the valley
A woman
New white mink coat
A man
Gun in hand
Dark suit
Sat down to eat in the dining car
White floor shining
Chrome counter glistening
A waiter
White tailcoat
Came for the order
“Bring on the champagne!”
Demanded the man
“I think I’d prefer a red wine tonight.”
Said the woman
The waiter brought the wine and glasses
A taste
“It’s good.”
The woman said
“More! Pour!”
Shouted the man
The waiter poured wobbly when the train rocked
from a rough place on the rails
The mink
The floor
The tailcoat
The man
Gun in hand
Fired
*bang*
The white floor now had a new red coat
I guess what I mean to say is
That life is like a train
In that there is a definite beginning and end
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