There Are No Ordinary Things Poem by Peter S. Quinn

There are no ordinary things
Just the ways that we live
Our thoughts that to us sings
In thinking ways to give
Like an onward going process
To the nearest of our heart
And we bring with new caress
From the point that we start

Each heart and soul is calling
To every give and take
In how the ways are falling
And what they might up wake
Reasons are much complicated
In the many searching trials
And sometimes much too debated
For giving their own denials

So come and take the advance
In what their chances might be
And there might be some chance
That you might reverse and see
That each on living going thing
Is in a never ending processes
And words just come as they sing
With every construction emeses