We All Disappear Someday Poem by Peter S. Quinn

We all are somebody
On to the dust of time
Like mist in our delivery
When we are in our prime
Each footstep that goes
Never returns back
Tides to and fro flows
On to our days and track

We are in our giving
As we dwell on earth
Reality dreams living
From the days of our birth
You are somewhere three
Behind these misty walls
I am still waiting here
To hear the waves squalls

We all are in this space
And some very close
Turning points many ways
As our instant goes
Love is way and stream
Surrounded by all of this
Moment’s ornament theme
That gives existence bliss