There Is No Easy Going Poem by Peter S. Quinn

There is no easy going
To loving of the past
In its own they’re showing
That time has already lost
The feelings of the heart
In many ways will come
From inside where they start
Of love in every form

The day of silver needle
And dreams of some good
The flowers to wheedle
In their ways of likelihood
That keeps you always warm
When night is rough in ride
When shadows do conform
In many dim out subdivide

Like flowers that fell down
Through step of some kind
The thorn and its crown
That stings you from behind
Dark site of your thought
That some are here to stay
And you yourself in brought
In terms of disarray play

So much that wanders here
And gives into your core
From recent times everywhere
In motives for the more
In recent fall and rise
From world of deep inside
That is with their disguise
In verve passing override