In The Times That Goes On Poem by Peter S. Quinn

There are times there are dreams
With every day as we know
There are feelings like streams
Of beats that come and go
Every day like distance across
Spaces between our hearts
Every moment in its instance loss
From the ways it once starts

Circling round somewhere found
In the times that goes on
Feelings bound to their pound
Till its beat are almost done

Every opening through and wide
To yesterdays of memories
Where in thoughts they still abide
Filling heart with wishing ease
Rise and fall to lonely roads
Every day that we can't hold on to
Something done a lost gone load
For the hours of the coming new
With the dreams and hopes to unfold
In the clearance of open ways
Stories living some still untold
As their coming like steady phase

Circling round somewhere found
In the times that goes on
Feelings bound to their pound
Till its beat are almost done

Every day like distance across
Spaces between our hearts
Every moment in its instance loss
From the ways it once starts

Tomorrow in its fields unknown
Comes to deliver with its trust
The many states of what is shown
Some to ripe and others lost

In the times that goes and goes