Late Afternoon Poem by Peter S. Quinn

I will be going my way
Thru the haze of the morrow
In vast of a shattered day
With nothing to borrow
Singing song of my heart
That have been build on love
Every beat that will start
Full in aspirations of

Times are trying every wish
That has come to my while
Of its exotic novel dish
In each contemporary style
Thru the dance of the light
That yesterday has gone
Till the morning new bright
To carry its future on

Like haze in wild distress
Thru night of its giving
With shadows mist caress
That in twilight’s now living
Every hour that is build
Thru the distances of hope
And like cobblestones tiled
When gleam starts to elope

I will be going my way
Thru the haze of the morrow
In vast of a shattered day
With nothing to borrow
For the test of confusion
As clouds dance in trials
With the hours to erosion
And longing of its whiles