Passing By
To see them rushing by.
Going past me with other things on their mind,
Not a thought in their head of the woman watching them,
I see them pasting by busy with their lives and futures.
Some are happy, some are sad,
But all pass me by,
Too busy to wonder,
Too busy to care.
About the woman who watches them pass her by,
They all are in hurry to get to their place,
Never knowing that the woman who watches them go by,
Knows a secret,
That if they just stop for just a second,
They will find their place
Copyright © Natalie Lekang | Year Posted 2006
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