Own Kind Of Rock Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Everything is going
Into one and one
Times and dreams growing
Till they are gone

Sweetness is a moment
In its own way
Visions become relent
When it's not their day

Life is not protected
It just works through
So, you can't neglect it
Just bring it on too

Easy comes and goes
Like so much in life
work onward grows
With its luck and strife

Everything is a find
Once you know its load
Right attitude and mind
With each means and mode

Nothing gives nonentity
Even with some luck
You got to come and be
Your own kind of rock