Passing Intrests

My passing Intrests To write a poem, paint a picture, To ride a bike, ram a car, Behold a friendship, fall in love, Start a family, to call my own, Make some money to roam the world. These passing Intrests favoured and faded, Leaving me uncanny. In an absolute irony ! Now my Intrests gone Only to show me, A hidden treasure within. Which nobody can steal ! But always there, for those who can feel.