Rocking Into The Future Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Rocking into the future
With many things aloof,
Time is a true moocher
Idleness is the real proof;
Just like coming rain
Everything is not fair,
You will search in vain
Fore you catch the year.

Forever it is staying
Like a river it flows,
With each mood playing
As each moment goes;
Vanity's the way of life
Step by step likewise,
Hours go as they arrive
Stand still is a disguise.

Like the breezing blows
And rocking to and fro,
The ares of motion rows
Like the air in the aero-;
Arrive to be introduced
What becomes an exercise,
When you are seduced
With much too used advise.