Always... Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Lonely times are here today
Some will come and go
There is always some way
To let it be or to know
Maybe it’s often a mystery
How every this has a propose
Letting be what you see
Before it again all goes

Lonely times are here today
Some will come and go
There is always some way
To let it be or to know
You can be clear and through
Finding not what you need
Sometimes it’s all up to you
To see the lines in the fine read

Always it all comes to this
What you really need to find
For those are just what it is
In all its purpose combined
Right or wrong in either say
Nothing is completely true
In tomorrow from gone today
It’s all just still up to you