The Train

Day by day I sat near the edge.
Each day I wished for the end.
Every day I saw it pass the same hour.
This I thought and guess one would think me a coward.
Each day by sunset it passed with a blur.
All dressed in black like a shadow it go.
One day my decision was final.

I sat on the railings and waited the hour
only that one day it did not come, it did not
take me away that one train I had hoped
would be the end.

why it did not take me I do not know.
Perhaps it was not yet my time to go.