Are you a passenger
on the train of life?
keeping your head down
avoiding any strife.
Trundling through
just trying to get by,
not brave enough
to ever wonder why.
Or are you the driver
on the train of life?
carving your way through
like a sharp knife.
Looking for opportunities
to improve your lot,
leaving behind the things
that need to be forgot.
I am just a passenger
on this train,
no matter what may happen
I will not complain.
Sitting silently
and going with the flow,
why not?
I’ve nowhere else to go.
The 50 year old poet 
Ah, the Lord is my driver! My life’s partner and I petition Him for direction and safe travel. It’s a wonderful journey! I like your analogy – but I can’t sit back and just “go with the flow” as easily as you do. I’m busy enjoying the scenery, meeting other passengers, and asking, “Are we there yet?”
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Wow I love that poem. I much prefer to be the passenger, there are times when I have to be the driver and that all depends on what is happening in my life.
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