Time moves on and everything goes...
on to the shadowy,
and future is starting
innovative and free.
With tomorrow pending
in its unmarked way,
memories mending
for the unknown day.
Each hour is forsaking
to the unknown streets,
new times up waking
with unfamiliar treats.
For nothing goes forever
it gets in instant lost,
when void will gather
what time has tossed.
Way of life is changing
like waves to a shore,
new conduct arranging
when old is no more.
A circle going around
shifts of different ways,
fresh to aged found
as time clock on plays.
Poetry by Peter S. Quinn
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Written on 2018-03-29 at 03:03
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Time Clock
The time is departingon to the shadowy,
and future is starting
innovative and free.
With tomorrow pending
in its unmarked way,
memories mending
for the unknown day.
Each hour is forsaking
to the unknown streets,
new times up waking
with unfamiliar treats.
For nothing goes forever
it gets in instant lost,
when void will gather
what time has tossed.
Way of life is changing
like waves to a shore,
new conduct arranging
when old is no more.
A circle going around
shifts of different ways,
fresh to aged found
as time clock on plays.
Poetry by Peter S. Quinn
Read 716 times
Written on 2018-03-29 at 03:03
Tags Time  New  Old 
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