The mad rush of day and night….
The stream of life….
The tempers, the trials, the tribulations.
The tears, the smiles,
Of loved ones and passers by….
All the little joys of nature….
Unnoticed, they all go….
The lure of lucre eggs us on.
But what have we lost?
The lust for life, the passion to be….
And innocence dies a death.