I spotted the words ‘Just Passin’ Through’ on a lorry when out on my travels one day. I thought, ‘Ah, that’s a good title for a poem’, as ya do! And here is the result! A bit of nonsense, which I think we all need in our lives from time to time, especially in these days of ‘austerity measures’ and politicians who haven’t got a clue what the words actually mean!
I hope ‘Just Passin’ Through’ brings just a little smile!
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Just Passin’ Through
When I made my
entrance
On a cold Winter’s
day
All warm, wet and
wrinkled
And I’d found my own way
My mother looked
down
And cooed,
‘Welcome to you.’
I cried, ‘Don’t
get too fond,
‘Cos I’m just
passin’ through.
Just passin’ through, mum,
Just passin’ through.’
I progressed
through childhood
And then into my
teens
Alphabet to
A-level
Plus some
in-betweens
My teachers sighed
fussily
This day you will
rue
As I left I
retorted,
‘Hey, I’m just
passin’ through.
Just passin’ through, Teach,
Just passin’ through.’
Relationships
prospered
Then fell badly
apart
Leaving splinters
of grieving
In a poor broken
heart
To the next casual
conquest
I resolved to be
true
But I heard myself
saying
‘Sorry, just
passin’ through.
Just passin’ through, love,
Just passin’ through.
In my thirties and
forties
I lived life to
the full
Going at
everything
Like the
proverbial bull
Slowing down by
the sixties
And by the
eighties I knew
That despite what
they all say
I was just passin’
through.
Just passin’ through, friends,
Just passin’ through.
When I’ve huffed
my last puff
And I’m sailing on
high
With those pearly
gates looming
In a blue
cloudless sky
God will pull back
the shutter
And say ‘How do
you do?’
Then I’ll answer
politely,
‘I hope I’m just
passin’ through.
Just passin’ through, Lord,
Just passin’ through!’
Thanks for your time!
The Leebotwood
Poet xx
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