There Is a Last Solitary Coach - David Vogel

There is a last, solitary coach about to leave.


Let us get in and go,


For it won’t wait.




I have seen young girls going softly


With sad faces


That looked ashamed and sorry


Like purple sunsets,

 

And chubby, pink children


Who went simply


Because they were called.




And I’ve seen men


Who stepped proud and straight through the world’s streets,


Whose large eyes went ranging


Far and wide,


They too got in calmly


And left.

 

And we are the last.


Day is declining.


The last, solitary coach is about to leave.


Let us too get in quietly


And go,


For it won’t wait.