By Andrew R. Duckworth
He often saw them
Getting on the train
To go upstate.
They had made it,
Earned an escape from pain
And changed their fate.
He thought to himself
Maybe this is life
Shrouded in strife.
But he kept pushing,
Kept working out his way.
He’d be on that train some day.
And it finally came, a day for him,
Boarding the train just like them.
Poetry of Andrew Ryan Duckworth 