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| Member Join Date: May 2005 Location: hazard, kentucky
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| PLEASE READ "The Train of Life" (recovery poem) <TABLE width="86%" border=0><TBODY><TR><TD vAlign=top height=614> "The Train of Life" Some folks ride the train of life looking out the rear, Watching miles of life roll by and marking every year. They sit in sad remembrance of wasted days gone by, And curse their life for what it was and hang their head and cry. But I don't concern myself with that, I took a different vent, I look forward to what life holds and not what has been spent. So strap me to the engine, as securely as I can be, I want to be out on the front, to see what I can see. I want to feel the winds of change, blowing in my face, I want to see what life unfolds, as I move from place to place. I want to see what's coming up, not looking at the past, Life's too short for yesterdays, it moves along too fast. So if the ride gets bumpy, while you are looking back, Go up front, and you may find, your life has jumped the track. It's all right to remember, that's part of history, But up front's where it's happening, there's so much mystery. The enjoyment of living is not where we have been, It's looking ever forward to another year and ten. It's searching all the byways, never should you refrain, For if you want to live your life, you gotta drive the train. ~By Marv Hardin (Contributed by Ron who lives in Bend, Oregon) <TABLE borderColor=#6600cc height=22 width="22%" align=center border=1><TBODY><TR><TD> </TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE> |
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"the winds of change blowing in my face" yeah, on the front deck of the Staten island ferry going to manhattan sunny day, not a cloud in the sky the Statue of Liberty standing high fraankie got to make his way i am going to become part of new York that day of course, '99 now 5 years later my brother has disrupted my life through fraud, harassment, deciet it's very convenient for him that i now look forward that means he gets to walk away scot free while my life is a mess but, your poem is true not for me, but for you best fraankie |
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