Meet The Moments (From 'Meet The Moments') Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Meet the moments
That flow here on
Days that have nothing
Or everything
Soon those surge dreams
Are all gone
Only like a song
That in hearts will sing
Days that go
What did they ever give?
If there is nothing
Of its memories
Roads to our hard work
We once did live
Ways of destiny
Inner touches treasuries

Meet the sky
Full of its cloudy hope
Nothing is forever
In the way they drift
Life's a movement
Filled of its strop
And somewhere between
Is our own gift
Something to say
And move you ahead
Playing with everything
That you have got
The thoughts
In the phrases you read
Fillings with wants
Of what you have not

Meet every distance
In its holding’s way
Something will come
Of it one day bound
There in are colors
And the shades of gray
Anything of purpose
In pound by pound
Lets every reason
Have its giving approach
Nothing will stop it
From flowing right in
Give its aspiring
Get-up-and-go encroach
There is just one means
- lose not but win


(This lyric poem was originally written like this:
Meet the Moments

Meet the moments that flow here on
Days that have nothing or everything
Soon those surge dreams are all gone
Only like a song that in hearts will sing
Days that go what did they ever give?
If there is nothing of its memories
Roads to our hard work we once did live
Ways of destiny inner touch treasuries

Meet the sky full of its cloudy hope
Nothing is forever in the way they drift
Life's a movement filled of its strop
And somewhere between is our own gift
Something to say and move you ahead
Playing with everything that you have got
The thoughts in the phrases you read
Fillings with wants of what you have not

Meet every distance in its holding’s way
Something will come of it one day bound
There in are colors and the shades of gray
Anything of purpose in pound by pound
Lets every reason have its own approach
Nothing will stop it from flowing right in
Give its aspiring get-up-and-go encroach
There is just one means - lose not but win)