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I am the cart on the rails of life(A poem)

By @Lala_Land

I am the cart on the rails of life(A poem)

Laying here with a broken heart,

That has been aching from the start,

I am the cart on the rails of life,

Being pushed forward,back and up,

Dare I not conclude my feelings,

Others I fear,don’t know my dealings.

I am the cart with the broken bolts,

Worn out from the stops and sudden jolts

Pushed to much that my ledges,

One day will just be edges

But please-oh! I may;Do not lay until the final stop

Which you will feel like dust,but

Free from the debts and the payments of life

Oh how my wheels will glee with delight

To all of the places I’ve been and gone

The first stop will always be my number one

There I was eager to start the trail

Of unexpected wonders and bumpy rails

And I do repeat that I am the cart

And I do realize the rails and loops were hard

But nothing is harder then letting go

I have learned that a long time ago

Though now I am the cart and made my last stop…

I will be the angel ….

Not the cart

For now I can spread my wings

I can now fly not zoom on the rails but to the pathway to heaven.

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