Gravity (From, Poems Of Papa Due) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Going up in air,
Taking out gravity;
Floating fluffy there,
To and fro free.
Going there and here,
All is easy see;
So much lightly wear,
Where I want to be.

Going places found;
Without any gravity,
Circling round and round,
In this concavity.
Yet I'm still earthbound,
On my spinning journey;
Going around and around,
In its true propriety.

Going up in air,
Taking out gravity;
Everything to share,
In each its peculiarity.
We have dreams to know,
When we reach the way;
Distances may grow,
For a new coming day.