daniel jack

I look to Westward at the close of day,
And watch a reddening Sun fall from its sky.
Midst gathering gloom, horizons fade away,
Another Winters day has hurried by.

A day now lost, as days have gone before.
New night now settles into dark surround.
Will Sunrise welcome morning anymore,
Or is our Sun trapped, captive underground.

The train was packed, nowhere to sit,
Just had to make the best of it.
No sardine tin was stuffed this tight,
As we lurched onward through the night.

We almost made it, then broke down,
A mere half mile from our home town.
Three hours we stood, not knowing why,
Our lives,on hold, passing us by.

At last we moved,then stopped again,
So near, so far our ailing train.
Then moved once more, this time arrived,
And twenty thousand people dived,
Os so it seemed, in dark and dank,
Towards a vacant taxi rank.

The walk would not have done us good,
That's why we stole the car M'lud.

Humpty Dumpty, as you'll recall,
Fell head first from the top of a wall.
Broke into pieces on hitting the floor,
And so he can't sit on a wall any more.