Got thinking last night while wide awake,
About fulfilling of dreams…
Sometimes it is strange the paths we take
In engineering schemes.
I have a bedside train set,
That doesn’t run a bit…
I spend time working on the track
And want to then change it!
Shifting buildings, track and trains,
Not making the thing run…
Makes me wonder about the pains
It takes to get something done.
Now…POETRY…is not the same,
It springs at times like weeds…
It doesn’t take a technical brain
To satisfy one’s needs.
I’ll keep working on the trains,
Some day I’ll see the light….
Of a running train at last
Before I say, “good night”.