Everything Is Going.... Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Everything is going
into its past of memory,
distance of times growing
nothing's forever to be.

Everything that was ours
gone into days lost,
times and timeless flowers
that in our days crossed.

You and I never again
only a part of what's gone,
through road ways lain
past that went on and on.

You had your dreams found
onto your days of living,
now they are going around
and only recollections giving.

Everything is turning away
Blue are the hills afar,
here comes future of new day
gleaming in distant like a star.

Where will tomorrow turn?
How shall it go from there?
Yesterdays many still yearn
Hello newcomers from everywhere.

Hello newcomers
From everywhere!