Nothing Is New Or Old Poem by Peter S. Quinn

There is time to go and be
In fashionable ways that spark
Every love is not always free
From inside their ways of dark

A dream that is a fantasy
And feelings sometime low
Yesterdays in their turning’s be
As all contemplation will go

They shall come and bring vim
Nothing is new or old
As drift on their way will swim
The futures tomorrow hold

Black oceans deep in fears
Everything heads to its drift
We have only moments in years
In its endlessly going on shift

Days are in contrasting walk
All is of time and in emotion
Hesitates ways and their talk
Through every flow of potion

Inside this sphere of reality
Hope is forever to prosper more
In this endless variety symphony
That comes to each open shore