It hurts to see the world go hurtling by,
No thought or sentiment to remember you by.
No balm or alarm to mark your turn of time,
Nor concern or care to help you wade the tide!

It pains to watch their wake pulsing by,
While you sit in the shallows of your ebbing bye.
Not that you grudge the boom of their wave,
Nor envy the flush of their flashing dive!

It quietens to know the qualm is just passing by,
It isn’t here to stay, just help you stay.
None can reverse the rising dawn,
Nor return the roaring of the new morn!