Just Passing Through Poem by Paul Reed

Like the breezes that swirl through the trees,
Like gliding clouds in skies of blue,
Like the mornings that turn into evenings
We are just passing through;

Time eases sleepily through our fingers,
Evades each desperate grasp anew,
We pause for a while but he moves on
Keeping us passing through;

Our children find gradually what we know
Our grandchildren yet to construe,
That together we form a coupled train
All of us passing through;

Like boy, like man, like wizened oak
As the years and the ages accrue,
We are travelling on our speedy journey
We are just passing through