Passers By

Passers by
Riders
Wide right turns
Driving alone and with friends
Time bends
With it sends
A regard
And life is hard

Stop for a moment
Think of the consequence
Something missed
Something gained
What is it that we've attained
And life is hard

So life is hard
For mason or for bard
Each doing as he will
For neither does time stand still
Always moving
Growing
Never showing
Increments of progress