Poems

As The Wagon Draws To A Stop


The fast paced life slows down,
Just like a wagon nearing its next destination.
The thrills and chills, blurred with speed are long gone,
Replaced by more serious issues.

It is time to detach myself from yet another city that has played host.
Adding to my experiences, every day has been one to cherish.
But now its time to move on, with some new perspectives lining my vision.

Life is offering me a fresh start,
The signs of which can be spotted from the window, as the wagon draws to a stop.
Sitting by the window, prepared yet uncertain of what life may throw at me,
I expectantly and enthusiastically wait to arrive.

As I leave behind, all that matters, to move onto a new phase of life,
I take with me, every sight, every smell, every sound that has left a memorable mark.
I take with me, golden memories of new found friendship, of times so enthralling.

Life is a never ending cycle, just like the course of a wagon.
Just when you think it couldn’t go any faster, it slows down
To drop you off at your destination
Only to pick you up again at another time.
And perhaps a different place.

Mia

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