Circling Around Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Circling around the city
Every day to somewhere
Up and down - the streets ditty
Blowing whistles here and there!
Coming back to and fro
Something new on the horizon
Tripping high on the go
Carrying life just on and on
Dreams flowing through air
Finding ways to give its taste
With their trams in each fare
As the instances are spaced

Time for joy to give and make
Each new street has a smile
Uplifting or still to wake
That could be a waiting while
Here I come with my load
Going to my lives about
Ahead window’s an open road
With its objects and doubt
We are in the same street tram
Wondering on and drifting
Carried together in the jam
At times it gets quite uplifting