People..

Was feeling a bit down a couple of mornings ago when I started cycling for the day. Thinking of all the people I've known, stuff that they have done or not done, my hopes, wishes and dreams for them. *sighs*

This poem I think sums it all up.

Empties Cuming Back 

have you ever sat by the railroad track 

and watched the emptys cuming back? 

lumbering along with a groan and a 

whine— 

smoke strung out in a long gray line 

belched from the panting injun’s stack 

—just emptys cuming back.

i have—and to me the emptys seem 

like dreams i sometimes dream— 

of a girl—or munney—or maybe fame— 

my dreams have all returned the same, 

swinging along the homebound track 

—just emptys cuming back. 

-Angelo De Ponciano