Our Time Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Now here is our time going by
Songs of moments filling the sky
Full of its barking and juicy bone
All in together or all alone

Day of each turning and going
Memories passing and on growing
Meeting each one in its hours
Sun shining days or its showers

South onto North and turning
Fields of moments yearning
Passing us by till all is gone
This is how our life must go on

Like stars blinking in the night
Moment's glow like eyes bright
East and West finding their way
Sunrise sunset onto new day