1.0Creative Youth Ideashttps://www.creativeyouthideas.com/resourcesrich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="wHGExfLKyt"><a href="https://www.creativeyouthideas.com/resources/inspiration/the-train-of-life/">The Train Of Life</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://www.creativeyouthideas.com/resources/inspiration/the-train-of-life/embed/#?secret=wHGExfLKyt" width="600" height="338" title="“The Train Of Life” — Creative Youth Ideas" data-secret="wHGExfLKyt" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script> /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); //# sourceURL=https://www.creativeyouthideas.com/resources/wp-includes/js/wp-embed.min.js </script> Some folks ride the train of life, Looking out the rear, Watching miles of life roll by, And marking every year. They sit in sad remembrance, Of wasted days gone by, And think the best is what once was, And hang their heads and cry. But I don’t concern my self with that, I take … Continue reading →http://www.creativeyouthideas.com/resources/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/0004_underline1_big-300x15.png