With Nothing To Hold On To (From The 'Upside Down') Poem by Peter S. Quinn

With Nothing To Hold On To (From The 'Upside Down')



To the yesterdays gone
Old flowers to cast
Carry their dark drifting on
The onset to each past
Long ways of the deep
What you didn't know before
Inside yours to keep
Like a faraway glimpse star

The reasons we leave
To reach our own in distance
The occasions to interweave
When ways become consistence
The way we were once facing
In trying to reach our goal
And each our object placing
To give and in render extol

To the memories in days
That never for long last
Like on going flickering rays
Bringing their outlined cast
With nothing to hold on to
Like drifting leaves on a street
Where summer gust once blew
And now here in autumn meet

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