Moving On

I walked  inside the station
and as I looked  around,
I saw no people gathered;
no welcomes to be found.
I guess I must have missed the train
that I'd seen here oft' before
I wonder if its schedule changed,
or if it even comes here anymore.
I didn't need to catch it,
but I thought it would be nice
to see the folks I used to see
and take the ride just once or twice.
I didn't hear the whistle
or hear the engineer
when he hollered "EVERYONE ABOARD!"
as he put the old train into gear.
I think the train must be retired
and folks just found another way
to move along the winding paths
that lead them through their busy day
Myself, I come here less and less;
Time is like the tender breeze;
it takes us on a gust of change,
but leaves behind it, memories.

6/17/2000