Our World Of Sorrow Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Our world of sorrow
is making a further try,
will there be tomorrow
under a clear blue sky?

Dreams have gone away
made their times a chancing,
born to another day
with new future's arranging.

Life is hardship through
when you have not enough,
times to make and do
take away all this rough.

Let the sunshine come in
gladness and more sunshine,
give every dream a spin
let everyone be doing fine.

There is too much crying
in this uneven world of ours,
though everyone is trying
to make it with their flowers.

Nothing comes of nothing
if no one is there to assist,
don't be wasting and bluffing
for chances you have missed.