It's My Cabaret Poem by Peter S. Quinn

It's my cabaret
I am now singing,
Life don't forget
If goodness, it's bringing.
For days are too close
To gladness and sorrow,
And everything goes
Away maybe tomorrow.

My life is around
In circles of time,
Where variations are found
In all its prime.
And nothing's forever
It's just for a while,
Like joy together
In all its style.

So much to be said
And accounted for,
If times have been glad
In happiness and more.
And you can go on
With what you have won,
Nothing is new under the sun
It's all been done.