Ride

A little toddler on a kiddie ride,
hops on a locomotive,
colourful and bright,
with music playing, lights blinking,
rocking back and forth,
swaying side to side.
is thrilled and much excited,
though it remains in the same place,
not going anywhere.

A lively kindergarten child
climbs into a kinder train,
in the crowded fun fair,
going choo choo choo
moving along a circular track
around and around,
loves its every turn and rumble
though it returns to it's starting point,
not going anywhere.

A happy family on their vacation
boards a shiny express train
at the busy railway station,
then speeds along a winding track,
swiftly passing endless sceneries,
until they reach their destination
hundreds of miles away,
they love their pleasant train ride
though they remain earth-bound,
not going anywhere.

Each of us is on a train,
we boarded when we're born,
we've left the station behind us,
and journeyed on and on,
climbing hills, rolling through valleys,
in fine weather, through thunderous storms,
until we breathe our last,
we love our unpredictable train ride,
though we are, by consciousness bound,
of no other realm aware.

20191028
#Poetry #PoetryByHaroldHuang #Inktober

Ride