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Wheels are clacking down the track,
a thousand cars coupled to the back.
Boxcars filled with memories,
tankers full of toxicity.
Flatcars stacked with empty wishes,
and more cars filled with broken visions.
Daily stops at every station,
coupling more cars without hesitation.
With a freight train full of regret and sorrow, how does one old engine pull the cars that follow? 
I assure you, it's no easy task, there are days it doesn't move fast. 
The engineer does his best to keep up on the maintenance, focused more on function than appearance. 
He knows his engine, knows it well. He knows it's secrets and he never tells. 
 
He knows his engine is getting old, but they're still rolling despite the load. 
One day soon, he'll decouple many cars, deliver them to the old scrapyard. 
He'll lighten the burden for his engine, that will be his new mission. 
On that day, when they make the final pull, all the cars will be coupled, they'll all be full. 
They will finish the job and make their delivery, the cars will be filled with happy memories. 
And when they lay that engine to rest, the engineer knows, he did his best.
-samhudson