Times Are Always Moving Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Times are always moving somewhere to
Dark stubbornness and the light that will shine
Days of life and death that draws contrasting line
For the epoch ahead again to renew
Like shingles on your way that make you stop by
Hours just to give purpose to each meaning
The feelings that offer all their intervening
To open up hearts and asking questions why

Convictions for all and what made time like this
Aspects between minions to open a door
What life was here among us and still is
And bring new inquiries on and furthermore
To ascertain our trust - that love gives
And what shall remain on death - that lives