The last train from Overbrook is leaving today

I suppose it’s about time

But this has come to feel like home to me

Here in my special private room

 

My tiny windows give me just enough light

To see the stream across the bridge;

This really is a gorgeous view

I know that Dr. Baylor was right, now

Rest and some down time made the difference

Thankfully everything is fine, now  

 

This winter will be wonderful

I already can sense it,

I’m just doing so well

The snowy days will be peaceful

With laughing kids reminding me of my own childhood

Not like last year’s taunting jeers

Those little cretins were awful

 

And Christmas, wow,

I can’t wait for Christmas

Even though I won’t get any presents

It will still be thrilling

Maybe I’ll go out some night

Just looking at the store windows and houses

Decked out so lavishly

 

My apartment will be nice

With so many little things that I like

Some books, my clocks

Maybe a couple pictures too

Not the sad kind that make me feel lonely

But happy smiling photos

Filling empty frames and spaces

Some with people I used to know

 

The last train from Overbrook is leaving today

I know it’s the right time

Even though this has become home for me

My private room isn’t that special

 

 

 

© Gayle
Force Press 2007

 

 

 

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