Nothing Of Hope Is Sure Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Bring in your hope here in
Where breath is still full of life
Love is either to lose or win
Inside its daily strife
Nothing of hope is sure
For moments are only between
What the future has in store
Is still here to be seen

Suffocating modern society
With fatal beat of its thought
Gives a tasteless style free
That fashion alone has brought
Every spasm of the new
Is not all what you need
So much not seen through
A one way easy street view

Come into world of unknown
Waves to tide every dream
Rising to high and low
Not everything there seem