Some folks ride the train of life
They sit in sad remembrance,
But I don't concern myself with that,
So strap me to the engine,
I want to feel the winds of change,
I want to see what's coming up,
So if the ride gets bumpy,
It's all right to remember,
The enjoyment of living,
It's searching all the byways,
Looking out the rear,
Watching miles of life roll by,
And marking every year.
Of wasted days gone by,
And curse their life for what it was,
And hang their head and cry.
I took a different vent,
I look forward to what life holds,
And not what has been spent.
As securely as I can be,
I want to be out on the front,
To see what I can see.
Blowing in my face,
I want to see what life unfolds,
As I move from place to place.
Not looking at the past,
Life's too short for yesterdays,
It moves along too fast.
While you are looking back,
Go up front, and you may find,
Your life has jumped the track.

That's part of history,
But up front's where it's happening,
There's so much mystery.
Is not where we have been,
It's looking ever forward,
To another year and ten.
Never should you refrain,
For if you want to live your life,
You gotta drive the train!
~author unknown~
Thanks Betty W. '62