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Passing Through
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Potpourri 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.
