Rail joints I thought were sound,’
Over time have come unbound….
Old engines die
Memories fly,
Small parts fall to the ground!
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No money to start over,
New components fit smoother…
Static display
Satisfaction delayed,
The simple things never can cover!
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A hundred-dollar engine near scrapped,
The remaining pieces are wrapped….
Setting aside
What once brought him pride
The ashes in her urn are capped.
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No question he will soldier forth,
Reaching for all his life’s worth…
Making sense of it all
Is another faith call,
Some day he’ll return to mirth!
–
Jonathan Caswell