A Walking Man In The Street Poem by Peter S. Quinn

A Walking man in the street
Is out on a nowhere go
Somewhere away trick or treat
In a time of a moment’s flow

The hours are moving a way
In many conducts on going
Half-filled hours and astray
With cigarettes once glowing

He walked his way so lonely
On to the corner there
He knew he was there only
No one seen elsewhere

All day is a walking to night
And finding its way about
His thoughts are in a flight
With many of day's doubt

A walking man looking up
And seeing the windows stare
For a moment he might stop
Look thru a window at tableware

Perhaps think about yesterday
When his future was bright
And then go along his way
Further into the lonely night