Every Hour Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Every hour is a feeling
Something to do and give
A heart in a love stealing
Believing and then to live

You are so nice here today
Giving so much from you
Nothing seems of ordinary way
If it comes here to be true

Every hour is you giving
From a heart that is pounding on
And you with that beat living
Until its echo is gone

So much of your own heart
That touches the ground nearby
From the very your first start
That opens up future sky

Every hour that comes to deliver
From every new goal of life
Is like the flowing river
That on the ocean must strife

With anything that has a purpose
With what it is meant to be
Before it again away goes
And becomes in new futures free