Every Hour Is Going Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Every hour is going
Somewhere to be found
Some event showing
When it comes around

Time and time together
We are all here too
Predictable like weather
That is me and you

So much inside and out
We are showing all
That's what life´s about
When it makes its call

Nothing comes in painless
Times a walking through
With some foundling caress
If its keen on and true

Every existing is turning
For a sister or a brother
Older bridges are burning
Sometime or the other

Let's walk hand in hand
Finding our own way
Give it an understand
The games existence play