Faraway Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Faraway trains passing by
One by one they go
Opening up the blue sky
In their distance flow
Yesterday became old
On to the passing hour
Life could not to time hold
It was like fading flower

Faraway in my life
Time is running still
Particles of ongoing strife
For others verve to fulfill
Anything will become gone
To the hours drifting
So much has been on and on
Like vapor clouds lifting

Faraway carriages on byroads
To the morning coming
Carrying someone’s other loads
To their trial summing
We have time to reach and live
Within our own ways
Colors of the hours to give
On to the future days