Rushing By

A day is passing, another is nigh.
Time to live and move in high
Reading, studying, planning, thinking.
Working, listening, eating, drinking.

Making, selling gas and wheels,
Going, hurrying, speeches, ideals.
Forgetting the past; looking ahead.
New products, leading; Never led.

Gaining influence; shedding old shelf.
Growing. No place on a shelf.
Roses bloom then the petals fall
Looking, searching, Old pleasures pall.

Speeding. No time for this.
Something ahead we might miss.
Frantic. Searching fields and stream
Time to hurry but none to dream.

Leisurely travel is not for you and me
Moving to swiftly for the eyes to see
Rushing feet - whispers - then tears.
Silent the wings of passing years.

Tasks are done, the race is run
No time is left ere setting sun
To just dream, meditate and pray
To wander aimlessly and stray

From beaten paths alone apart
Facing, searching the mind and heart
Existing; Not living through the years
Racing, hurrying to grave and tears.

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