There Are Times Ii Poem by Peter S. Quinn

There are times going by
That slips away so easily
Turning inside low and high
To the moments queasily
Gentle years wandering
Through the sleeves of anyone
With their drifts maundering
Till they finally are gone

Every time has been deceived
How it's used and put aside
Restrained customs preconceived
Never fully then out tried
Every time has a little handle
On how it's going to be
Like wick on epoch's candle
Iridescent about carefree

Through these rootless years
A little bit of everything
What is quality reappears
With its tenderhearted upswing
Ways are always open space
Made to loose and break
Many are the modest ways
To make your appeal and wake