Dust Of Times – Simple Dust (Additional Number To Album, Like Love Is True) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Dust of times will never go
It will always be found
Dust to dust in the old flow
Forever to be around
Each of its true consequence
With day and night parting
Grays elements elegance
Everything of the dirty starting

Rush out and find its line
So much of wiping old stain
See how it flies in sunshine
Everywhere it’s of lives pain
Filling the air with dryness
Gyrating motions swept away
Low in the corners and highness
Always around each day

Dust never leaves the room
Don’t matter how you try
Swept away with house’s broom
See how the particles fly
Everywhere on the windowsill
It won't get out well shut
Dryness of the air to fulfill
Making its way – dirty spot

Rush out and find its line
So much of wiping old stain
See how it flies in sunshine
Far and wide it’s of lives pain
Here comes old dusty time
As spring comes in bit of a hurry
In from the cold and rime
Spring cleaning needs its worry

In all places climbing up hill
Where it lies in front of you
Clean-up dreams you can’t fulfill
As cleanliness can’t get through
I wish it were all more plain
And simple to skirmish it clean
But everything seems in vain
Where‘s all this Sunshine Dust been