Come With Your Remarks Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Come with your remarks
For the hours are almost done
With parquetry embarks
That once in shine was on
The falling shadows dieing
And filling the woes of lost
Still to the light trying
To make their doodling must

Oh flowers of falling leaves
With sorrows in your shade
That fills the moment’s grieves
With two way sharp blade
How painful is your doubt
Of clouds in nesting dim
Those are circling here about
In breezes gust and flam

Rain clouds some to be
And giving ease to pain
Forever in dimness to be
And flowing in soggy rain
Oh doubt now here’s your song
In low down voices run
With nothing inside to long
From brightness of coming sun