Last Train

Marrow’s running dry,
Soon, you’ll be left with dust and bone,
Who will carry those burdens, then,
When your soul is called to home?

Time’s ticking’s creating echoes,
Heavy heart holding you still,
You and your loved ones grieving,
Yet your feet remain planted here

Will you dare lay burdens down?
Will you let them inside?
Will you allow someone to help carry?
Or, will you continue to hide?

The last train will come, no doubt,
And it will leave them all behind,
Will you find your ticket?
Or will you be taken by surprise?

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