Time

Rushing,

Rushing,

Like a train;

You can choose to climb aboard

But when you reach

Your destination,

You get off.

You get off,

But the train does not stop

Rushing

Rushing

That train may come by again,

And you may get on,

But nothing will be

The way you left it.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world
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