Times - Some Of Memory (From The Lost Sonnets) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

To all the moody of gone yesterdays
Comes another deep spinning around dreams
In their colorful of yearning's ashtrays
Where still everything in closeness seems
Where my heart’s in a beat with reality
Walking in moments of happiness going
Of summer set mornings so carelessly
And opportunity in each part showing

Where the yesterdays were still of tomorrow
And their ways had their smiling on faces
The beats of time were never in borrow
Or a step into its times tied laces

Those times are now some of memory
Falling apart by the days going on free