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

NO MORE WORDS

No More Words

When the words come to an end

The sadness begins

Nothing is much harder on me

Than a day without creativity

How long must I wait for the change to occur

A day, a week, a second in time

How come the words that I have do not rhyme

My river’s path no longer bends

Instead it is straight

Still I can’t see the end

Where the river once bent

My thought would collide

When the water is calm 

It’s as though they have died

Now I hear tin where I used to hear gold

Life gets much harder as you grow old