Our Times Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Our times are like undertone ampleness
Going into the new and the coming breeze
Moments to giveaway in their agileness
With discreetly gripping aspects carefree
Everything is in its endless going
Causing our taste in varieties decisions
Oddness of tomorrow not now knowing
Within its serration and fresh precision

Watch the far sky in cloudiness and clear
So much to reach over times shoulder
What you thought to far off - coming soon near
Tick tacks clockwork's growing instance older
Our times like destinies build in a year
Some of their sideways you should be aware