Every Time Has Its Point (From, Lead Sheets In July 2008) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Every time has its point
Rolling by and by
Opening up and joining joint
Everything on the fly
Yesterdays were once new
With many ways weigh
New love songs coming too
In the steady pace

Now like everything is rolling
Into one time flow
Long way street strolling
With its one go
Taking a view of singing
Songs of the moods and day
Around the corner bringing
How it was in the ordinary way

Every time easy on its stop
Living its feeling
Water melons dried up
Something from your heart stealing
Playing with your mood
So many years ago
Sometimes again intrude
Just like a rainbow