Waiting For The Impossible Dream (From, Myspace) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The hours are sometimes much outlying
While I'm waiting for the impossible dream
Every minute oppressive to defying
In its closeness that nowhere now seem
Yesterdays are old and some forgotten
Like the leaves of last year's autumn days
Every thought so of instances sudden
In its coming and going differently ways

Ocean waves keep rushing to and fro
Like the impossible tomorrow might come
With someone's dream and hope to become true
So much to regret seems long time ago
That into forgotten it has succumb
For aspiring wishes out of the blue