These Times Are So A Changing Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Something so ordinary coming
Making a day for you
Ground to ground everything summing
Into the things to do
Maybe it's here to grow
Give something better still
Feeling it all towards airstream blow
Perhaps nothing there to fulfill

You could have asked it all before
Finding out what would be
Waves to the unknown shore
Nothing for futures to see
There are always fears and doubt
Coming and giving in
Going their turnings about
Finding a lose or a win

The country is looking for someone
To give living more and allow
But is it the right thing that's been done
When shall we know it somehow?
These times are so a changing from numb
And flowing their uneasy brim
Where will these futures come from?
Or shall we still be out on a limb

The hand of grace is in our hearts
With so much to keep up the ways
Power that grows soon departs
In to the many arrays of its plays
Nothing to bring back here around
Only to lose it all over in feign
You may be back here when it's all found
Yet the years have been driven in vain

The country is looking for someone
To give living more and allow
But is it the right thing that's been done
When shall we know it somehow?
These times are so a changing from numb
And flowing their uneasy brim
Where will these futures come from?
Or shall we still be out on a limb