Time Is Going Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Some of our dreams get lost
Into the faraway, it seems,
Forgotten or around tossed
Into the reviver streams.
Nothing is everlasting
It is not here for a stay,
It comes, shows its casting
And then it is gone away.

We are here for a while
Letting our dreams flow,
Bringing our own style
Before times let us go.
Just like a blossom bouget
Petals glowing fast,
Some, our days we regret
Before they become dust

Everything is a pleasure
If it comes with the truth,
We'll keep on its treasure
Flowing its eternal youth.
Time has its recall space
Finding again and knowing,
Life and its changes ways
Before our time is going.