STAINED GLASS

Eyes that strained to see tomorrow
imagined life through colored glass,
and as I caught the aging train,
saw time fleeting, stolen moments.

Always waiting for the `morrow,
thinking the sun shone brighter there,
but when arriving, found the same,
life mixed with sun and pouring rain.

And as I look back on life's road,
I wonder why I sprinted so,
why such impatience `long the way,
what did I miss `cuz didn't linger?

The tree's whiz by, the train won't slow,
seems the fast lane's all it knows,
I hopped this train when just a teen...
wanting the things the stained glass showed.