Image by: Julie-de-Waroquier@DeviantArt
Relentless comes to mind
It flashes past, flies by at times.
I check the timetable and to my dismay
It is, as I feared.
Hard times, the Misery Express runs on the hour
Happiness is always leaving as you arrive
Gluttony runs every five minutes
Indifference runs to a random schedule.
Success may run but track work delays it
Punctuality suffers from signal failure.
Love it seems gets derailed
Hurt can hit you at any time
Danger lurks at each level crossing.
Everyday is an adventure
You can never be sure of what might be running
But you can be certain of the sunrise
You’ll hear the early morning express
As it rattles its way through the early hours
Its whistle signalling the hour
With bleary eyed travellers off for another day
Of boredom in the workplace
The stress and hustle and bustle
Of the jolting and grind of metal on metal
As another day passes
And you wonder why
We complain when a train is late
For then the inevitable is postponed
Delayed a little while
A rare moment when time we believe is frozen
For we can be neither here nor there.
So it rolls on its inexorable way
Schedules dictate arrivals and departure.
You don’t want to miss your ride
You probably wont
For time has a way of making sure
When your train arrives
There’s a seat reserved for you.
Written for: http://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2014/08/05/photo-challenge-20-time-goes-by-like-a-train/
Morpethroad 
All too true. It reminds me of a song that I learned a long time ago. The song was written, I believe, in the 1400’s. It contained the line “all our joys are but toys, idle thoughts deceiving. None hath power of an hour o’er the life’s bereaving.”
This is the reason why people get so depressed when vacations or other good times come to an end, I think.
I think you are right, thanks so much for your excellent comment.
Such an interesting poem Michael. The concept perfectly depicts the title for the prompt, really enjoyed this, well done.
Thanks Jenny. Interesting image demanded an interesting response.
wow Michael! thats a wonderful poem… trains are much like our life! some dark and gloomy other well lit and noisy with their destinations beautiful!!
Thanks Arushi, that’s a lovely comment. Thanks so much for reading. Have a good day.
This is perfect for the picture I have been puzzling over this image all day and you’ve nailed it!
Thank Yves, you are very generous as always. Good image to write to, it did puzzle me for a while.
I just adore that first stanza!
Thank you so much mama Zen I appreciate your comment.
Perfect words for the picture Michael. Well done! I can so relate to the train and the passage of time in all it’s glory, change, and relentlessness.
Thanks Jackie glad you could connect with my words.
I call window seat next to you! 🙂
For some reason – this songs came to mind when reading your poem.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N5Ts4M3irWM
And – if you liked that – Here’s an hour show that you will surely enjoy.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GltU-OZ3oXA
Thanks RoSy, you know when I was young and sillier I used to play that song complete with my idea of a Johnny Cash voice. I’ll keep you a seat but which train will I find you on?
I’m always anxious that I’ll miss my train, and often arrive far too early, just in case. Now I know why the angst. Will this train be happiness or depression. Should I wait, and take a later train. But that could be hurt or danger.
Thanks for clearing up the earliness angst for me with your poem! You have a habit of writing in words that, until I read them, I didn’t know could form such contemplative; thought (or laugh with the humorous ones) provoking poetry and prose. Don’t think I’m quite writing what I’m thinking, and I’m missing how I feel
Let’s just say: Another fantastic effort!
I think we may have been standing on the same station platform at some time, as I arrive early too. Thank you so much for your very kind comment. Have a good day.
Wouldn’t surprise me if we did: past, today, future. I’m the crazed woman, sure you’ll know its me. lol
Thought you looked familiar…..your last line has inspired me with a new story….stay tuned see if you recognise yourself.
Yippie — that will be fun. Reading your stories looking to find myself.
I now have to find a reason to post it.
Wonderful poem …
Thank you so much for dropping by. Appreciate your comment.
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