Days Gone By Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Days gone by
one and one they go,
with their find and try
that you got to know.
Nothing is though clear
that you didn't make,
minutes everywhere
something new awake.

Clouds in the sky
moments now in gray,
thoughts like leaves fly
circle around and play.
Everything is drifting
in its time and play,
moods of ways shifting
through the going day.

Days gone by
time is sometimes still,
before moments fly
and their dreams fulfill.
Everything is playing
as it goes along,
nothing for long's staying
in life existence song.