The steam train:
It takes various people
Who know the appearance of an old town,
And moves anytime and anywhere.
For twenty years I've run
A famous train;
But now my spell of speed is done,
No more I'll strain.
My sight along the tread less tracks,
The gleam rails:
My hand upon the throttle slacks,
My vision fails.
No more I'll urge my steed of steel
Through hostile nights;
No more the mastery I'll feel
Of monster might.
I'll miss the hiss of giant steam,
The clank, the roar;
The agony of brakes that scream
I'll hear no more.
Oh I have held within my hand
A million lives;
And now my child takes command
And proudly drives;
While from my cottage wistfully
I watch his train,
And wave and wave and seem to see
Myself again.
Yuka
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