Passing by…

As on cue,
one generation moves on
as another takes its place.

No one is replaced
roles are exchanged
and embraced.

Slowly and gracefully
one supports the other
as others supported them.

Time is the only constant
that watches this passage
from one to another.

Its pace is measured
by those who can’t
keeping pace.

Nothing is hurried
as dogs’ sleep loudly
at our feet.

Walks and meals
turn morning to night
in quiet litigation.

Joy and appreciation
is always present
as they pass me by.