The Train of Life

The click, the clack of the train of life

Trundle along the rack

No one knows where it'll go

But once you're on, you can't go back

Through wind and rain and angry storms

The train will never stop

It may be tough going up the hill

But you'll always come out on top

One day the tracks may grow rusty

And the joints will become weak and poor

The journeys been a good one

But the train shall travel no more