There Is Something Going On Poem by Peter S. Quinn

There is something going on
Rising and falling apart
In to the prospects all drawn
Griping the ways of the heart
Nowhere to know its future
That is a part of all right now
Prospects of this is a moocher
Managing through here somehow

Life isn’t an easy way goes
Unlike clouds drifting by
Nothing for sure it knows
Diving its streams to its high
Feelings across every window
Making the times bearable
Now there is winter's proviso
With all hope’s falling parable

Trying to break the manacles off
With the futures still unborn
The road to the living so trough
Filled with hopes in timeworn
Struggling curves and bending
Nothing’s new-fangled in this age
With softly or harder landing
Each on its own in its weigh