TIME

TIME

Time is ticking away.
I fear I cannot stay.
Goodbyes must be fast,
And soon in the past.
My train is on the track.
I didn’t have time to pack.
So sad to leave today,
But what is there to say?
Goodbye my dear for now 
As I take my last bow.

THE MYSTERY

Where are we going in such a hurry?
With our bags all packed.
Fleeing the scene of a crime?
Perhaps a lover’s dispute?
The carriage is here.
Police sirens wail in the distance.
The story is getting better
as I watch from
my bedroom window.