The Train of Time

The train of time
That carries every one
To his sure destiny

Slow and steady moving.
By the time you arrive
At one's station,
He thinks you are speady

Yes, every body is your passenger.
Everybody has a sure destination,
Where he must alight
Whether he likes or not.

When you alight at a station,
I say , "Adieu"
That's the train of time
That waits for nobody.