Some people carry it all.
different journeys, different places
sunny voices, stormy faces
arms that hold and hands that hurt
every silken tattered shirt
backs droop, shoulders sag
death grip on the heavy bag
burdened weight of moments gone
and the train rolls on, the train rolls on.
She learned to travel light.
skim the stories, brief cold look
take it in, then close the book
voices blur, words grayed
people drift and memories fade
blend the gray and golden days
empty suitcase, nothing stays
mouth smiles, heart withdrawn
as the train rolls on and on and on.