But Time Passes On... Poem by Jayce McCormick

I stand at the bus stop before sunrise
I wait under darkened, cloudy skies
All the cars stop at the traffic lights
But time passes on

A child begs for his daily bread
Poor, lonesome, both parents dead
The world may stop to hear what he says
But time passes on

A man and his woman are soon to be wed
But disease took over her body instead
He stops and weeps for her on her deathbed
But time passes on

In the midst of a battle, a soldier is crying
His friend has been shot, he knows he is dying
He hasn't much time before he is dead
But time passes on

Time can never cease or stop
Nature is always quickening it's hop
People will stop and think of this thought
As time passes on...