I see them in cities rushing to and fro,
consumed with their lives, their joys,
their sorrows, their problems, their solutions.
But in the end when death takes us all,
none of it will matter. Freed from the
rushing to and fro.
Bob Boyd
My Archived Poetry Blog With 3,750 poems
I see them in cities rushing to and fro,
consumed with their lives, their joys,
their sorrows, their problems, their solutions.
But in the end when death takes us all,
none of it will matter. Freed from the
rushing to and fro.
Bob Boyd