Sometimes we ride the train of life,
Looking out the rear;
Watching miles of life roll by,
And marking every year.
Sometimes we sit in sad remembrance,
Of wasted days gone by;
We think of life for what it was,
And hang our heads and cry.
But let's don't concern ourselves with that,
Let's take a different vent;
Let's look forward to what life holds,
And not what has been spent.
So strap us to the engine,
As securely as can be;
We want to be out on the front,
To see what we can see.
We want to feel the winds of change,
Blowing in our face;
We want to see what life unfolds,
As we move from place to place.
We want to see what's coming up,
Not looking at the past;
Life's too short for yesterdays,
It moves along too fast.
It's alright to remember,
That's part of our history;
But up front is where it is happening,
There is 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 we refrain;
For if we want to live our lives,
We gotta drive the train.
Author Unknown
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