Just Passing Through Poem by Smoky Hoss

Snakes sometimes bite
without hissing, and
too many girls
don't like kissing -
So, let's go on down to old Mexico
wile the time away,
living and loving
waiting on the judgment day -
Everybody come on with us
sing and dance along,
for we're all just passing through here
before we're gone -
When that wind comes a blowing
down by the river,
the old trees will
shake and shiver -
Paradise is a place
not easy to find,
real peace comes from a memory
deep inside the mind -
Yonder comes Mr. Lincoln
riding a slow train,
his casket on a flat-car
is covered with rain -
The people wail and moan
watching him going on his way home,
they hang their heads and cry
as life goes passing by -
It feels like the soul of God
and God, I wish it was,
the time, the place, the mystery
it's all a melancholy kind of love -
We're all out here sailing
with the wild-wind blues,
but living goes a bit easier when we understand
together, we are all just passing through -