The Afternoon Train

Discussion in 'Poetry and Lyrics Forum' started by folkpoet80, May 5, 2006.

  1. folkpoet80

    folkpoet80 New Member

    Here is a little ballad I wrote this Winter. This is partly a true story.

    The Afternoon Train

    Then he sits down with his own cup of tea
    And waits by the stall for the afternoon train
    The autumn winds wail like a lone wolf’s cry
    And takes him back to a small-town lane

    His eyes grow weary his fingers grow frail
    The tea tastes sour like tears in his eyes
    An old man’s pride is buried deep down
    Down in the ocean, oh up in the skies

    The afternoon train, it whistles and it screams
    He rubs his eyes and prays he would find
    A face that he knew, was once so dear
    A face that he lost in whirls of time

    The train pulls away while he stands by
    With smoke in his eyes so full of regret
    Sitting by the stall he dwells in the days
    Lord, those times he never can forget

    His thoughts grow dim with each passing day
    He still yearns for dreams foregone
    An old memory just fading like the sun
    But fire in his heart still carries on

    As I pass him by, he cries out loud
    "Love's not a veil, oh boy show it all
    I didn't know so she went away
    I'll die alone here by the stall"

    Then he sits down with his own cup of tea
    Every now and then - watches trains go by
    “Oh my love, I wait just for thee”
    Holding his tears he sings with a sigh

    Guess I know now why raindrops fall
    A soul in regret can make heavens cry.

    Gautam Dhar
    21 November 2005

    For those who would care to comment on my attempted audio version of the last song I posted (The Old Maple), please visit:

  2. madhuresh

    madhuresh madhuresh

    u have a nice taste for words ....good try
  3. folkpoet80

    folkpoet80 New Member

    Thanks mate.
  4. nimisha

    nimisha .:Forum Leader:.

    this was like an essay.. quiet long one..!
    but good one to read..
  5. CrYpTiC_angel

    CrYpTiC_angel Rebelle!

    I loved it! It's a beautiful poem :)

    Er.. how is it like an essay :confused:
  6. folkpoet80

    folkpoet80 New Member

    Thanks cryptic. Nimissha - this is a folk song. If you know anything about the genre you know it. You've really got to be in "sitting with a guitar around a campfire" mood to understand it. Denver's the influence behind it. Thanks for reading.
  7. vini

    vini Repeat Offender was wonderful..i think it was such a perfect and professional attempt...bRilliant!!!

    Reps for u :nw:

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