Passing by ...

Time is still, we are the ones who pass !

We pass it by, though hardly care;

It was, and is, and will be there.

With life it starts, trips and learns;

First fall, the pain and maternal touch.

You grow, you seek, your effort yearns;

It sees, the rise and vernal hutch.

With one it flowers, commits and churns;

Last love, the joy and tears as well.

You age, you rest and end your turns;

It stays, it cares and bids farewell.

We pass it by, though hardly care;

It was, and is, and will be there.

Author's Note

This my first poem and I don't know how to write, just penned down my thoughts.

Let me know what you guys think. Here to learn ! :)

Reviews

[Karmee]

I like this, gives a message throughout. nicely expressed

[Daisy]

An amazingly conceptualized piece this is!
"We pass it by, though hardly care;
It was, and is, and will be there."
How I love it!
Your poetry reminded me of how Time can explain everything that reason cannot. Thanks for sharing!
Keep it up :)

[Ali]

I'm glad you liked it.... Thank YOU for this :)

[eaglepoet]

Overall, this is an exceptional write. Likewise, I also believe that you can delve even deeper into the subject. An example, is to expound up the ideas expressed in stanza two. Perhaps you can figure out away to develop this even more.

[Ali]

Thank you for the valuable feedback :)

[Sami Khalil]

A very powerful poem with a good subject. You can pass in, through or by time...Excellent...:)..............

[Ali]

Thank you Sami ... well said :)

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)............................

[Tony]

A beautifully crafted gem. I really liked the flow and the rhyme. Well done and thanks for sharing your talent.

[Ali]

Thank you :)