I have always loved
the word passerby
it trips like a klutz
of off one's tongue
as it passes the lips,
and it is toughest to rhyme...
~
Here as time flies,
each passer by
has cast a sigh,
when masses cry,
how fast love dies,
yet few ask why
most lack replies
to pacify
aghast they try
with hacked goodbyes
and classic cries
for pacts denied