This Time Renews Each Moment Poem by Peter S. Quinn

This time renews each moment like a blink
Though we walk in a world without a name,
With questions that attend to be the same
Each onward step to the future's like a brink;
Though ages before were widening chink
Tittering chalk afresh we will acclaim,
When by and by again renewed arrame
For all what's now later will swiftly crink.

Our tolerance upon impatience arm
Where inverted flag keeps the colors still,
Weapons bring forth what shall not be disown;
Each of these two are proudly of reclame
And both from the fright and reproach they drill,
As the corn will grow as the seed is sown...