The train is on its way
Do I catch it, do I stay?

The rain is overdue to fall
My cup is full can’t catch it all

I’m told the sun will shine today
My strife in life it won’t allay

A curious cure is not much to ask
A cure for the curious is just a mask

A silent voice a patient ear
Eyes that see my inner fear

One thousand times I have thought this thought
No bullets or poison have I bought.

This wretched pain has left a scar
And one not seen by those afar

But dear friend you have a life that’s full
Though the thought of death has a greater pull

By
David