whilom

ebb away
day after day
a train
that rushed
past receding
proceeding to
who knows
sad hobos
such was I 
flung from a boxcar
rolling in gravel
and why
I could rise
follow the ties
to end up broken behind
my whilom friend
but better in the end
to set my back
leave the rails awhile
for the wilderness away
from a one track mind