Passing Through


What is meant by passing through?

I wonder if I'm passing you.

Is the world just passing too?

I wonder who is passing who.

Is there one voice speaking true?

Are you angry? Are you blue?

What is wrong? I wish I knew.

We all face death; we're passing through.

You did to me. I did to you.

Our skin is old and wrinkled too

Why am I so mad at you?

When we got old our anger grew

And added grey to our hair too.

What is it that we all must do,

To relieve us when we're blue?

It's simple when you think it through

It only takes a smile or two.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written by Robert W. "DJ" Cameron on 11 July, 1992, at 10:30 p.m. while feeling trapped and not knowing what to do about it. I want out of Spokane and into a position where I can have the respect I feel I deserve. I just got an obscene phone call from my mother-in-law, who has never liked me anyway.  I am tired of negative people such as her and I just don't want to hear from them or about them any more.

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