DAYS
The days go by us like the cars,
Either fast or slow,
One followed by another
Rushing through an amber light,
Or grinding up a hill,
Or casually taking a corner
With a dog gulping the breeze.
Then all fo them run together
At once, almost identical.
Someone with a tinted window
Swerves to the right
Attempting a new direction,
And the rest follow as at a funeral,
Keeping a respectful distance.
— Kevin Halligan
published in the TLS, October 28, 2005
Still catching up on various things around the house. This caught my eye. The poem states better than I ever could how so much of life seems to flow on by.