Passing of Time

Days have come and gone Weeks have passed April is over now It is the month of May Summer is due to end Autumn would be here soon Then comes another winter Will I see you again in spring? Flowers would bloom by then Birds would be happily singing Children will be playing in the park Lovers will be holding hands As they walk the pathways While I am all alone watching Solitary in the sea of crowd Eagerly waiting and hoping For your return