Faltering Beats Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Faltering beats
As the time moves on
Not easy going streets
Of the old foregone
Sideways to walking
Reaching each turning
Tongues of chalking
Some aspect learning

Riding away yesterdays
Every its departing hour
Solemn of the interplays
Minutes they empower
Learning to be inclusive
Like cinders in ashtray
The realities so illusive
In every hours interplay

Faltering beats
How they are moving
In their impending feats
Now and then improving
Ways to go ahead
With every portion of existing
Those to those hours embed
In something worth resisting