Globetrottie 

If our lives were a train ride from the beginning to the end,

some would have hopped on before us

and some others would alight, right before we got to say

 

Just about anything we needed to say. 

 

The droning of the one long train ride, 

Staring at the old man trembling 

Knowing that his stop has arrived

way before he was ready, to 

 

STOP.

 

Just hold my hand instead of those bars

that promise too much. 

as if those bars would have kept you from falling. 

 

What a false sense of security. 

 

But instead, 

hold my hand and fall with me, if need be. 

Cos we're just on the very same journey, my friend.