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William T. Beebe

Poems
- The Wrong Train

The Wrong Train (5 ratings)
         by William T. Beebe


The last time I spoke before you I had a lot of questions. Most of them started with why. Some of them still can't be answered, no matter how hard you tried. I told my friend you're going beat the cancer. Now I feel I lied. Sometimes it's hard to speak... especially when someone died. These words hurt so much... the pain I can not hide. But they must spoken... so people can see... that my best friend is dead... but he still lives deep inside of me. Like I said before... my questions were not answered, and now I've got many more. But, a revelation has struck me in death, one that I can't ignore. I have my family, my friends, my partners, my team.

This death has made me realize... that things never last for ever. I've realized that there is strength in numbers, and doing things together. I've realized with one lost friend... you gain many others. I've realized that we should call our dads, and all hug our mothers. I've realized that the more real you are... the more you will be humbled. I've realized that everything can be solid... and then all of a sudden crumble. I've realized that I can be shocked to the point of no return. I've realized that I don't know whether I'm going to be in heaven... or whether I'm going to burn. I've realized that I don't care if I end up in a casket... or carried in an urn. I've realized that my faith has been tested... and if death is tallying lost souls... he's got another one well earned. I've realized that I've come a long way... but still got a lot to learn. I've realized that life just isn't fair, and I'll look to the side... and my friend won't be standing there. I've realized that the people in my life... or there for a reason. But when they're taking away so quick, it's almost like God is teasing.

I've been shaken to attention, I could quit now... and trust me that's tempting. I've realized that there is a fire deep inside of me. I've realized that where I'm going, is where I got to be. I realize that I have to do it now... because I don't have tomorrow. I've realized that I'm in a lot pain... but I can't hold on to sorrow. I've realized that you can prepare for death... but you better be ready for the rain. Get ready for that long endless tunnel, while you're trapped on the wrong train. Losing all sense of direction... vision clouded by the pain.
But now I know what time it is,
It's time to be me
It's time to make it happen
It's time to make the paper
It's time to make the deals
It's time to say goodnight
I have to say good bye
But, It's time to make it right
It's time to get respect
It's time to be direct
It's time to spit some words
It's time to be vocal
It's time to be heard
It's time to get over it
It's time to channel the pain
It's time to get an umbrella
To block the rain
It's time to stop going down this endless tunnel
It's time to get off the wrong train





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