Hours Of Amenities Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Hours of amenities standing at its call
Flowers to cast and dressed in shades to be
Standing in the summer decline in the fall
Anything that comes again to be free
Point of surmise always in with what we learn
Daydreams going forever into the deep
Onward outfit losing to its reserved turn
Mornings standing at odds for the nights to keep

You and I and our song adjoining the rooms
Colorful moments that never again come
With their sweetness flowers and playing tongue
Eloquent neglect of the summer blooms
Where our heart and roots are now drying from
Strangeness of the feelings that inside grows young