“ Hello, young man, how are you?
You’re not from here. Passin’ through?”
“Yes sir”, I said with a smile.
“Sit down here and rest awhile.
Young folks always want to run,
Livin’ too fast, ...like my son.
In a rush to go nowhere –
So damn busy they don’t care.”
I felt sorrow that he had,
His tired old eyes were so sad.
“Seems that’s how it is today.”
Was all that I could think to say.
Once more he began to speak,
“My son came by here last week.
I asked him if he would stay,
Put off his trip for a day.
‘No’, he said, he had to go.
I don’t know why…Just don’t know.
Said he was passin’ through.
Passin’ through…the same as you”
“He was going all the way,
Headed out to Frisco Bay.
Had to get there, no delay.
He got there the very day
That earthquake tore through town.
On that bridge when it went down.
When it went, it took him too.
Both of them were passin’ through.”
I guess we’re all passin through.
And that includes me and you.
You and I are passin' through,
Doing what we have to do.
Don’t know what we’ll run into,
What else will be passin’ through.
Take the time to be a friend,
Before time comes to its end.
I wonder what you would do,
If, my friend, you only knew
How soon you are passin’ through
Take it easy, take it slow.
Take time to live, as you go.
Love your neighbor. Be a friend.
Smell the roses to the end.
Live each moment like you knew
That you’re only passin’ through.
I may never pass your way,
For this may be my last day.
Give me a smile, if I do
So I’ll remember passin’ through.
~Author~
Glen Pysell
1990
The midi you are listening to is......"Joy In The Journey"
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