Tomorrows Come And Go (From, Lullabies) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

To where have you gone to
Dreams of my wary past
Something so deep and true
Showing their tender cast
Flowers from old roads
Inside this wandering way
Carrying existence load
Each one their mood to play

Tomorrows come and go
What we call safe and sound
Tides of their weaving flow
Something to someone found
You are the decision maker
Fortune has its footsteps on
Each flow its purpose taker
To offer its currents to run

To where the sky is clear
Everything shows its strength
Reasons are always near
The moments of any length