By Nan Potts
As we arrive meek, unblemished,
Another may depart —
In passing by
As youth’s flesh is young and viral,
We wax while others wane —
In passing by.
As adulthood then approaches,
We, fonts of life, bring forth —
In passing by.
As our mortal Fall encroaches,
Worn memories creep forth —
In passing by.
As our Autumn turns to Winter,
A new beginning sensed —
In passing,
Bye