#WritcoPoemPrompt10
Rickety, rick, rackety rack,
The train sings a song on its tired old track,
We swing with its tune,
Swaying along not a moment too soon, and never a moment to late
lest we fail to find the rythem
The engine its tune
on track laid long, true and straight
If the train can't sing its old song
who will remember the many who laid everything down for this tired old track
For those souls keep this rythem strong.
so rickety rick, rackety rack
the song that's sung on this old track
was composed on sweat of brow, and tired old backs
swaying and toiling to its tired old tune
built on the dreams that were not dreamt for them,
instead dreamt for the ones to come
dreamt just for me
dreamt just for you
so remember with reverence the rythem of those tired old tracks
Rickety Rick Rackety Rack