The Love Train

Love is a train I often take getting to and from somewhere.

The destination changes, some places more distant than

others.

The fair is fixed, though, and always there is a price to

be paid.

It’s worth it, I convince myself, even when it caused pain.

Someone more learned than I once said, “If you’re going

through hell, keep going.” Oh, I remember now, it was Winston

Churchill, a man who certainly spoke from experience.

I’ll listen to most anyone who has made it through the fire.

The Roman poet, Virgil, wrote, “Love conquers all; let us

surrender to Love.”

The ancient Greeks defined six degrees or kinds of love.

I often get so confused which Love Train to take, sometimes

finding where I arrived was a huge mistake.

That’s why I usually wind up taking Churchill's sage advise.

The conductor just called, “All Aboard!” Gotta go. Can’t be late.

The Love Train is about to pull out of the station again.

The Departure Board says the 73 Train on Track #4 is bound

for Hellfire and Damnation. That’s a catchy name. Come on

Winston You go first. I’ll follow you.

Churchill loved his Scotch Whiskey and cigars. I, myself,

prefered brandy and cigarettes. I had to give up the booze

eventually. It turned on me and didn’t love me back.

And the smokes, you may ask? For me, those have always

been a filthy and dangerous affair, a never ending hell I just

can’t seem to make it through.

What the hell kind of Love did you think I was talking about in the

first place, anyway?

                                      -30-

Chris Hanch 3-21-2020