The Childs train set

poem by: John Rodie
Written on Nov 17, 2016 

The child looked at his train set
Laid out so neatly 
Around his building bricks, towered high.
It was going to be great he thought 
He wound track around impossible bends
Just ignored any obstacles he met
With blind breakneck turns; as towers teetered
On flimsy foundations.
Soon he reached the end of the table.
The end of his patience!
As the track trailed to the precipice
“I’ll finish tomorrow, it’ll be great”
And he walked out the room, leaving
The train steaming to it’s fateful terminus.

 

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