Passing

I wrote this poem around the summer of 2003. Ironically, the message is still relevant today....

Passing By

I come to my spot and settle in
To a seat which I did not buy
Yet it’s comfy and warm for a moment
As I watch them go passing by

Stunning colors wave in front of me
Catching my wistful eye
While the bearers proudly raise their flags
As I watch them go passing by

Smelling the aroma of a nectar so sweet
My mouth waters, yet remains desert dry
Others are satiated to their fill
As I watch them go passing by

Galloping horses trot confidently on
Under the leadership of the rider’s eye
Their swooshing tails speak a sad good-bye
As I watch them go passing by

Laughing children play all around me
Some clinging to their father’s side
Do they know what their future holds?
As I watch them go passing by

Melodious music rings in my ears
My voice wants to join in reply
The music fades all too quickly
As I watch them go passing by

Vivid visions rise far above me
I wish to grasp them, and away I would fly
Alas, my reach was not enough
As I watch them go passing by

I rest in this spot, if just for a moment
And end with a yearning sigh
May I not tarry too long, lest I miss life’s love song
As I watch them go passing by