The passage of time
Drifts on by
As I wait for the train
I sit and look around
All I see are people rushing around
Not taking time to breathe the wonders of life
Can they not see the colours of clouds?
As they pass on by
Can they not see or hear
The birds sing as they flitter from tree to tree
Can they not feel the autumn breeze?
As it caress’s our face as we wait in the sun
Ahh yes the sun…..
Can they not feel its warmth?
As it drenches their encumbered souls
So sad as I watch people pass by
So sad as I watch the passing of the passage of time
©Kaila George 2013
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