Once, there was a boy,
One who wanted a dream.
He tried sports, he tried music,
But then he rode a train.
Oh the fun they were!
The ones who said, “choo! choo!”
The ones who saved him from the cold,
That made his lips turn blue.
He knew they were his dream,
He knew they were his life.
He was awed at their beauty,
They could never cause him strife!
He said to himself, years later,
Memory causing him pain,
Three words that described his life:
I Like Trains!
The trains are a metaphor,
Of all that I may like,
Out of all the grand things I can be in life!