There’s a certain age when young turns old
when mind locks closed
when forward thought no longer progresses…
when the train stops at the station
and lingers until the wheels rust
and the engine seizes.
I refuse to take a seat on this ride to nowhere.
Life has more to offer than being stuck
in a room with only one view.
There are stories to hear, points to ponder,
discussions to share…
there are paths to wander
and so many people to get to know
—perhaps too many for just one lifetime.
We all have choices to make, we can
keep moving forward until our very last breath.
Or we can rust on the tracks.
What's your pleasure?
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