Now No One Will Listen To Songs Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Now no one will listen to songs
If they are still singing of yesterdays
With full pages the aged belongs
Those dusty old roads of gone grays
Dull are their birds and there void
Remembering times of down shone
Pulse and their beats once enjoyed
Into times thick ticking it's all flown

Like beats that were of imperium
Profiles have gone to their course
Strength of the forgotten delirium
Into the pages now write its source
Dark gnawed breath counterpane
Words we could cherish once more
Stories that inside the books reign
Giving life as many times before

Like water that's running its destiny
Life will not ask you questions
Everything comes just to memory
From pages of different suggestions
And nobody but the future will know
The stories now inside these books
Behind them the ocean waves flow
Drifting to and fro - fate's hooks…