We are a Train (Through the Eyes of a Grandmother)
I look down at myself
So small and innocent
So responsible and mature
We are a Train
Each car following
Slowly and steadily
It’s a privilege to discover
How each follows the first
Precisely though by fault
I admire the car in front of me
So trustworthy and comforting
And yet familiar
We are a train
Each car following
As time goes by
poem by Astrid Hardjana
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