We Were Boys - Sonnet Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Like the morning in its every hour stay
Shall not be drifting to ties of gone by
But be like a gleaming before the day
In the opening of thoughts down or high
Nothing's as easy it sometimes was
Through the energy of its drifting waste
Though there might seem amends of some trespass
It came also under influence of taste

We were boys in gone yesterday's school yard
In our boyish outcome and all their trying luck
Then we broke up and went to older ward
But some of our thoughts on a rim got stuck
Now you are there but I'm still here finding
Some of the blind spots that keeps rewinding