THE GOODBYE TRAIN

I've seen too many to the station
of that eternal one way train
and felt those rails' subtle vibration
which throbbed in time to parting's pain.

Now as I have become old
Now as friends have become rare
Now as the the winds have become cold
I'm almost alone standing there.

For most have gone on down the track
to their final dim destination
where all go but none come back
yet they board with little hesitation.

I sigh and turn toward my old truck
and the love who's sitting there
hoping with a bit of luck
we'll have a while here yet to share.