The Train

I sit here crying because I'm in a lot of pain.

My life was destroyed yesterday when my wife was killed by a train.

She thought she would beat the train but she was wrong.

Now I'm in misery because the woman who I loved is gone.



The train tore her car to pieces and killed her instantly.

I don't want to live anymore because of this agony.

When people try to beat trains, some of them die.

If you see a train coming, beating it is something you shouldn't try.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is a fictional poem but this really does happen to people.

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Ruth Lovejoy's picture

yes the game of chicken whether it be beat a train or beat a traffic light is not one one can always win. Great piece..