Coming and Going Over that Hill

Coming and Going Over that Hill

Just a little east of my big window I can see
All those people traveling to and fro, and it spoke words to me.
I see those going east disappear at the crest of that hill,
Then suddenly from the east comes another going west, coming over that hill.

A picture from the pages of life itself. Some going east and some going west
Each with their own agenda to keep up with life, just like the rest,
To do the thing they do for one more day and do their best.
Day and night, year after year, it never ends, the traffic on that crest.

My home is at least a hundred years old, so that crest
Has seen many changes, each facing life's tests with all the rest.
Attempting to meet life's demands and do what their life dictated,
While life and time traveled on, over that hill. It did not wait.

If my house lasts a hundred more years this story won't change much.
All in this picture today will be gone, beyond our touch.
Someone, not born yet, will be cresting that hill. Life goes on and on.
That time and that hill won't miss us. It will never be alone.