Windows Of Our Time Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Windows Of Our Time



Windows of our time
On to its own folding
Living for its prime
In its pass and holding

Days that are not clear
Only finding their way
Something now so near
And later to go away

Refrain:
Nothing surpassing this
All men should have known
Our world is full of bliss
On its confident own
Our world is give and take
With its spread and effect
We men must all be awake
And never again neglect

Distance on coming
Within their brightly glow
In your heart humming
Through beats of to and fro

Yesterdays in eyes
Within each one living
Hope and lives surprise
Inside each take and giving

Refrain:
Nothing surpassing this
All men should have known
Our world is full of bliss
On its confident own
Our world is give and take
With its spread and effect
We men must all be awake
And never again neglect

Parts of human strain
Returning infections
In their reach and pain
Of potent rejections

Windows of our strive
Inviting their control
Our traditions and life
Within all that certain whole

Refrain:
Nothing surpassing this
All men should have known
Our world is full of bliss
On its confident own
Our world is give and take
With its speared and effect
We men must all awake
And never again neglect

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