Times Come And Go.. Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Times come and go
Before you even know it,
Like the winds that blow
And hid bit by bit.
Everything is not easy
It is just how ways are
Sometimes they get breezy
Driven out too far

Life is not a wishing
But each step to find,
Streams of shadows blissing
Till they are left behind.
So much in its ways
Giving and then taking,
As the moment plays
In each new step awaking.

Some is always there
That you find then out,
To grow on from here
On to the corners about.
Everything is always going
To the days going by,
Later perhaps showing
Form its ways and try.