Nothing Is New Just Old Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Nothing is new just old,
Full of feelings there too;
Try to catch and then hold,
What is in the heart true.
Maybe ways are different,
Left somewhere behind;
For everything is abhorrent,
That isn't to trust consigned.

Nothing is new to me,
It has been there before;
Just need a time to see,
I would to it all forswore.
Just like the day is light,
Flying to evenings long;
There is a moment of flight,
In every new tune or song.

Bring in those feelings all,
That came with ways to hold;
Each one is there for a call,
With a story to tell or enfold.
Just like the night is so dark,
With stars in faraway sky;
Come to a heart and hark,
Before moments say goodbye.

Nothing is new just old,
Full of feelings there too;
Try to catch and then hold,
What is in your heart true.