Hundred Thousand Poems Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Hundred thousand poems
and still going strong,
like a garden of blooms
and infinity number of songs.

Oh poem of poems deep
give all that you have and weep,
for life is a crying sleep
of no where's man to keep.

You say all things are like this
with a morning born in its still,
and giving away for its dish
all dreams that come here to fill.

Hundred thousand poems
on more and more pages on,
the life is its ups and omens
that keep us going 'till it's gone

Oh you that give the voices sweet
of all this enduring game,
you are for here a trick or treat
in burning your Pegasus flame.

Hundred thousand poems
oh hear the voice and its void,
their distance ways and strong drums
that generations have enjoyed.