RHEY's blog: "the Rhythm and Rhyme of PHILOSOPHY"

THE VICTOR Fleet Seconds wing, and Minutes bring; from Minutes grow the Hours. Bright Day arrives, in darkness dies seven Days a Week devours. Each four Weeks wend, to Months ascend; twelve Months a Year empowers. Thus in this gay, relentless way; our Youth cruel Time deflowers. Soon Life is done, the battle won; and Time the Victor towers! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Rhey W. Hedges, Jan 5, 1962

...PASSING MATTERS... LOVE is a passing matter; others passed this way before, passing passion and delight, passing moments of despair, passing ‘round the curve of time _ _ _ _ _ to find, life’s passing matters matter not. THOUGHT is a passing matter; passing passersby unseen, I pass in crowded Solitude, knowing as I pass alone, ALL pass alone, together, alone arriving at the thought, Life’s passing matters not. LIFE is a passing matter; all are merely passersby, passing to a bend in time, where passing matters, that passing mattered so, will matter (not) again to passing passersby. … passing Life in Thought, I see, Love’s passing mattered most … … to me … ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Rhey W. Hedges, February 8, 1981