Just Passing Through

All the people that pass through our lives
Do you remember all the names?
Do you picture their face?
Seems the holidays usually bring that back into place

Ones we’ve loved,
Some we just knew,
Some were just for a few

You wrap your arms around to give a hug
And then you find that your arms are just hugging an empty space
They’re just gone,
Either moved on or passed to a better place, as they say
And we just continue each and every day
Do you ever wonder why?

Why do we just go on when others have left?
What motivates us to just keep moving, never giving up?
When sometimes our hearts are shredded away

What is this thing we call life, anyway?

© peabea December 2010

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