Standing at life's railway station
Waiting for my train.
Many pass but they're not going
Where I want to go.

Escaping from the storms of life
I shelter in the waiting room.
And while I linger, killing time
Trains keep passing through.

Late at night the last train stops
But none get on or off.
I climb aboard with heavy heart
Not knowing where it goes.

This train will not be going
Where I want to go -
But on and to the terminus
With a seat reserved for me.

17/5/2017