Each Time Has Its Secrets Going Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Each time has its secrets going
Plentiful of today's ever showing
Themes left to know what time's doing
'Much about nothing' like pigeons cooing

Time is a time of many sights highs
Sometimes doing hellos with the eyes
Nowhere going and half truths told
Giving their while with nothing to hold

Day going and bygone for some
Not returning from where it's been from
Newspaper reading on entries that lie
Going out as the night comes in
To
Its
Own
Goodbye