Bringing Me Through Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The days are here of my life
What I can have and share
Each moment's stepwise strife
That moves through everywhere
Like candling streets now
Those narrowing crossing lanes
Bringing me through the boughs
Those come after test's strains

Enough is never thus enough
To renew each mind's weight
For life has its ways like bluff
And each is for number and date

There is no way to turn back
That clock that playfully ticks
For life true aims it’ll lack
And to simple time only stick
What remains of the sunlight
May give each its warm still
And come with longings right
To question born – to fulfill

Enough is never thus enough
To renew each mind's weight
For life has its ways like bluff
And each is for number and date