Every Day's Going Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Every day's going to alone adjust
Of yesterdays that once were in reality
With playing of futures still not to be
In their many on gone footsteps and bust
Songs that are fervor that never shall rust
Makes that are worthy of inside and free
Ordinary hope for both you and me
Craft of the days that have now become dust

Blue as the sky and deep as dark oceans
Every our try the reaches its skill
Thoughtful in aspect and whole in emotions
Dreams that we dream to live and to fulfill

Days like main roads and sideways aside
Ruling our future and giving us guide