"The Station"

[Ladybug]

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[Soberjulie]

Oh gosh Lil'bug.....

I love that.

Thank you

:)

[REZ]

LB, I had thought you wrote that up untill the end!

 

I will say it was a nice find and thanks for sharing!

[Nancy]

Love, love, love it...I'm not a writer as you are, LB....I'll bet you, or you and Julie could easily adapt that to make it totally reflect the Quit Train?  What do you, think?

[Ladybug]

Oh gosh Lil'bug.....

I love that.

Thank you

:)

what do you think about nancy's idea?

[Lynn]

Ladybug, I love this poem. It is beautiful, so true!

[El Bandito]

Lovely poem. Thanks for posting it LB

[Leanna]

Lovely LB.

 

Thanks for sharing. :) 

[Nancy]

 

"The Station"

Tucked away in our subconscious is an idyllic vision. 

We are traveling by train, out the windows, 

we drink in the passing scenes of children 

waving at a crossing, 

cattle grazing on a distant hillside, 

row upon row of corn and wheat, 

flatlands and valleys, 

mountains and rolling hillsides 

and city skylines. 

 

But uppermost in our minds is the final destination. 

On a certain day, we will pull into the station. 

Bands will be playing and flags waving. 

Once we get there, our dreams will come true 

and the pieces of our lives 

will fit together like a completed jigsaw puzzle. 

Restlessly we pace the aisles, 

damning the minutes - waiting, 

waiting, waiting for the station. 

 

"When we reach the station, that will be it!" 

We cry. "When I'm 18." "When I buy a new 450sl Mercedes Benz!" 

"When I put the last kid through college." 

"When I have paid off the mortgage!" 

"When I get a promotion." "When I reach retirement, 

I shall live happily ever after!" 

 

Sooner or later, we realize there is no station,

no one place to arrive. 

The true joy of life is the trip. 

The station is only a dream. 

It constantly outdistances us. 

"Relish the moment" is a good motto. 

It isn't the burdens of today that drive men mad. 

It is the regrets over yesterday and the fear of tomorrow. 

Regret and fear are twin thieves who rob us of today. 

Regret is reality, after the facts. 

 

 

So stop pacing the aisles and counting the miles. 

 

Instead, climb more mountains, eat more ice cream, 

 

 

go barefoot more often, 

swim more rivers, watch more sunsets,laugh more, cry less. 

Life must be lived as we go along. 

 

 

The STATION will come soon enough. 

 

 

by Robert J. Hastings

 

 

 

Oh gosh Lil'bug.....

I love that.

Thank you

:)

 

 

Love, love, love it...I'm not a writer as you are, LB....I'll bet you, or you and Julie could easily adapt that to make it totally reflect the Quit Train?  What do you, think?

So what's the verdict?