FULL STEAM AHEAD

FULL STEAM AHEAD

Full steam ahead, like the little engine who can, can, can,
Somehow I hold my own in this perilous little land.
Full steam ahead, like a naïve little fool,
The absent minded professor in his own private school.

Full steam ahead, past the taunts of the crowd,
That grow ever stronger and reverberate loud.
To the victor go the spoils, and it’s easy to see,
That the hands down winner, the victor is me.

Full steam ahead in a full power play,
Where all that I do and all that I say,
Is taken as gospel , the law of the land,
Fearless and flawless I make my brave stand.

Full steam ahead, an impenitent soul,
Who chews up my enemies and swallows them whole.
I’m up for the challenge and all set for the dance,
A stroke of good luck or a cruel circumstance.

The good luck, the bad luck, they are part of the ride,
And I the great juggler can take them in stride.
I’m a god of my making, I am strong, I am bold.
I can bake in the sun, I can freeze in the cold.

Full steam ahead to the end of my days,
Hurled like a rocket ship into my grave.
And right ‘til the minute my bones turn to dust,
I will say what I will and do what I must,
And make like the little engine who can, can, can,
Holding my own in this tragic little land.

-Bruce Potts
Copyright 2008
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