Every Coming In The Take (From Minutes Of Falling Days) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Nothing will come to be
Only your work will give
You have a time to see
What you in thoughts live
Try just to give and wake
Pleasures from within about
Every coming in the take
With their spurious doubt

How come we never know?
What makes us turn and feel?
Just like the clouds glow
In their grayish mist real
We must go with each day
Trying our best to trust
This comes to our new way
That from the past was lost

You and I stranger now
Trying our best times to build
Managing life's habits somehow
With the revolving tides filled
Nothing is really innovative
Only our daylight of reflection
Where we our conduct give
For each differences direction