Listen To The Moments Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Listen to the moments
Of your own thought,
It sounds so whispering soft,
Like an autumn wind
That is stirring the peace
Of the old summer grass;
Listen to them as they sing,
In the days that go by and by.
Moments you still don't have,
But you'll handle them in time;
Just as today is here,
Flowers are born to decay.
Man is born for his thought,
That wanders today and tomorrow
Into the cluttering dark;
Someone might say he has heard
Them already and seen
Like futures ahead in time,
But we both know it's not so,
Tomorrows thoughts are yet to be.