{"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_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"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_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7EI4f-oK","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":1599,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/wanderlust\/","url_meta":{"origin":1534,"position":0},"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":36,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/old-soviet-trains-in-macedonia\/","url_meta":{"origin":1534,"position":1},"title":"Old Soviet Trains in Macedonia","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"9th August 2011","format":false,"excerpt":"Before only seen on the television While watching James Bond on TV Now the English speaking stranger Is no secret agent, far less glamorous, it is me\u2026 In this land that is modernising fast Little of the soviet time remains\u2026 But a remnant still working of the former days Are\u2026","rel":"","context":"In "Balkan Odyssey"","block_context":{"text":"Balkan Odyssey","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/category\/travel-poems\/balkan-odyssey\/"},"img":{"alt_text":"","src":"","width":0,"height":0},"classes":[]},{"id":899,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/modern-venus\/","url_meta":{"origin":1534,"position":2},"title":"Modern Venus","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"21st May 2013","format":false,"excerpt":"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=dDLTPvfytHY Inspired by the painting by Roz McQuillan She sits there, a modern Venus The seashell thrown to the tossing seas And to the viewer she is enticing And see seeks to seduce and tease And this modern Venus is waiting It seems for a man Eyes closed, as if\u2026","rel":"","context":"In "Art Inspired Poetry"","block_context":{"text":"Art Inspired Poetry","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/category\/art-inspired-poetry\/"},"img":{"alt_text":"","src":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/img.youtube.com\/vi\/dDLTPvfytHY\/0.jpg?resize=350%2C200","width":350,"height":200},"classes":[]},{"id":431,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/the-exodus\/","url_meta":{"origin":1534,"position":3},"title":"The Exodus","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"4th May 2013","format":false,"excerpt":"Exodus - The Leaving I From fields we came where often blood was shed Of men from France, a land so far afield And England too, they the sword and bloodshed knew Few they who'd their position easy yield. 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