{"id":1534,"date":"2015-03-14T18:09:50","date_gmt":"2015-03-14T18:09:50","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/?p=1534"},"modified":"2015-03-14T18:17:22","modified_gmt":"2015-03-14T18:17:22","slug":"life-flies-by","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/life-flies-by\/","title":{"rendered":"Life Flies By"},"content":{"rendered":"
\"Ballindooley<\/a>
Ballindooley Castle in Galway<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Villages fly by as I
\nLife’s eternal wanderer
\nWho seeks to put down root
\nFrom where his people came
\nDo not stop to see, to walk explore
\nThese places I have passed through before
\nBut just see them pass
\nThrough the grimy window
\nOf a boneshaking bus.<\/p>\n

People fly by as I
\nLife’s eternal wanderer
\nWho seeks to put down roots with another
\nFrom where his people came
\nFind it hard to stop, and seek, and woo
\nThese girls that I have met before
\nBut just see them pass
\nInto the grimy arms
\nOf another heartbreaker of a man.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Villages fly by as I Life’s eternal wanderer Who seeks to put down root From where his people came Do not stop to see, to walk explore These places I have passed through before But just see them pass Through the grimy window Of a boneshaking bus. People fly by …<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[145,120],"tags":[65,1725,362,1724,293,17],"class_list":["post-1534","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-love-poems","category-non-rhyming-poems","tag-life-2","tag-life-passing-by","tag-love","tag-missed-chances","tag-romance","tag-unrequited-love","column","twocol"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7EI4f-oK","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":3814,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/december-8th-2011\/","url_meta":{"origin":1534,"position":0},"title":"December 8th 2011","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"8th December 2011","format":false,"excerpt":"Cold wet soil of winter Is now her bed, darkness Eternal, wooden case embraces The body now still, but she Feels not the coldness of the earth Her spirit flown, at peace we hope As she seeks oneness with God On this her first birthday away from us We hope\u2026","rel":"","context":"In "Death"","block_context":{"text":"Death","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/category\/death\/"},"img":{"alt_text":"Their last photo together in good health","src":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/Mam-and-Dad.jpg?resize=350%2C200","width":350,"height":200,"srcset":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/Mam-and-Dad.jpg?resize=350%2C200 1x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/Mam-and-Dad.jpg?resize=525%2C300 1.5x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/Mam-and-Dad.jpg?resize=700%2C400 2x"},"classes":[]},{"id":1599,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/wanderlust\/","url_meta":{"origin":1534,"position":1},"title":"Wanderlust","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"9th April 2015","format":false,"excerpt":"http:\/\/youtu.be\/EG4-xXh5ua0 I want in my ears the music of unknown tongues From lands where I yet have not been Before my eyes the tapestry of scenes Of town and country I before have not been\u2026 I want to feel the zest of life to find The heretofore unknown that once\u2026","rel":"","context":"In "Travel"","block_context":{"text":"Travel","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/category\/travel\/"},"img":{"alt_text":"Antwerp Port in Belgium","src":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/04\/Antwerp-Port-in-Belgium.jpg?resize=350%2C200","width":350,"height":200,"srcset":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/04\/Antwerp-Port-in-Belgium.jpg?resize=350%2C200 1x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/04\/Antwerp-Port-in-Belgium.jpg?resize=525%2C300 1.5x"},"classes":[]},{"id":472,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/clouds-write-poetry-svetlana-marisova-tribute\/","url_meta":{"origin":1534,"position":2},"title":"Clouds Write Poetry – Svetlana Marisova Tribute","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"6th September 2012","format":false,"excerpt":"The clouds themselves, arranged by the wind Write poems exquisite in the sky In an alphabet to man unknown Read by angels fluent that fly Fanning the winds that write the words That tell tales unknown to man And those passed that others call dead... 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