Irvine, California
The Train of Life
Some folks ride the train of life
Looking out the rear
Watching miles of life roll by
And marking every year
They sit in sad remembrance
Of wasted days gone by
And curse their life for what it was
And hang their head and cry
But I don't concern myself with that
I took a different vent
I look forward to what life holds
And not what has been spent
So strap me to the engine
As securely as I can be
I want to be out in the front
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