...PASSING MATTERS...
LOVE is a passing matter;
others passed this way before,
passing passion and delight,
passing moments of despair,
passing ‘round the curve of time
_ _ _ _ _ to find,
life’s passing matters matter not.
THOUGHT is a passing matter;
passing passersby unseen,
I pass in crowded Solitude,
knowing as I pass alone,
ALL pass alone, together,
alone arriving at the thought,
Life’s passing matters not.
LIFE is a passing matter;
all are merely passersby,
passing to a bend in time,
where passing matters,
that passing mattered so,
will matter (not) again
to passing passersby.
… passing Life in Thought, I see,
Love’s passing mattered most …
… to me …
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Rhey W. Hedges, February 8, 1981