The Death of a Steam Engineer
(Got to know this character, used to pick him up and drive him
home after his shift at the now defunct plywood mill in VIctoria, BC.)
He worked the twilight hours
T’was his face which showed the stress
His hands were brave
His manners bold
But showing nonetheless…
T’was a magic, tragic steam machine
That made him act this way.
My steam machine, my dream machine
That’s all he had to say.
My steam machine, my dream machine
That’s all he had to say.
Having chosen this quest
A life ago
Like few man did before
He had devoted all his time
To this one and only chore.
As time went by
They both grew old
And attending her every need
He cursed her for her moods so sly
But loved her for her heat
With no trust left
In a world insane
She had him in her fold
And when, finally, her ending came
Life left him very cold…
He simply died, I’m told.
(Got to know this character, used to pick him up and drive him
home after his shift at the now defunct plywood mill in VIctoria, BC.)
He worked the twilight hours
T’was his face which showed the stress
His hands were brave
His manners bold
But showing nonetheless…
T’was a magic, tragic steam machine
That made him act this way.
My steam machine, my dream machine
That’s all he had to say.
My steam machine, my dream machine
That’s all he had to say.
Having chosen this quest
A life ago
Like few man did before
He had devoted all his time
To this one and only chore.
As time went by
They both grew old
And attending her every need
He cursed her for her moods so sly
But loved her for her heat
With no trust left
In a world insane
She had him in her fold
And when, finally, her ending came
Life left him very cold…
He simply died, I’m told.
