Re: David Akin

The old steam train departs the station with passengers left behind

For this time it's different, it's the last run down the line

With a mighty heave and an echoing whistle blow

Drivers start to turn, smoke begins to billow

The bell's glorious clang rings loud and true

Headlight beaming bright, cutting a path all the way through

Standing on the platform with only memories and grief by their side

Watching it roll further and further away as it highballs out of sight

Left staring at the rusted and rugged tracks

Nothing remains but a fading trail of smoke and the faint sound of click and clack

At its final stop we can only hope that after the number is retired, the firebox will remain stoked

Steam on old friend, may your whistle be heard forever
Until we meet again, steam on...


You will be deeply missed Pops. Thank you for the memories!