#WritcoPoemPrompt10
Rickety, rick, rackety rack,
The train sings a song on its old track,
We swing with its tune,
Swaying and bouncing a moment too,
It's the song that fills your mind,
Morning and night,
The song of the old,
The plight of their calling out to you,
Join them if you wish,
But you'll surely regret it,
Fight them,
Fight the urge,
Live your life,
Live it bright.
© Oghenejivwe Ese-oghene Abundance