taking no notice of our sighs
or the rubble they leave behind
not answering our insistent whys
leaving behind our troubled mind
………… they move on
……… just move on

just another stop on their spinning sphere
to them another place is as good as here
just passing time before they are gone
……… before they move on
…… just move on

Where did they come from
these who seek harmony’s harm
are they awaiting the Devil’s alarm
seeking for them with a charm
……… before they move on
…… just move on

Lost in their tangles of soiled web
precious time they let slowly ebb
nothing to prove they were here
no memories will they hold dear
……… they will move on
……just move on

Epics of wasted lives strewed in a pile
faces in the rubble wear no smile
the trash man removes all traces
they have run out of places
……… no more moving on
…… no moving on

©Faye Sizemore
January 28, 2003