The Raindrops Come And Go (From, Poems Of Papa Due) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The raindrops come and go,
In any time and day;
Summers wither or grow,
In inter colors play.
Everything will move on,
Nothing is standing still;
What is then right or wrong?
In any vaudeville.

The raindrops fall and cry,
Glisten on the earth;
From the cloudy sky,
That gave rainbows birth.
Like a freshly pearl,
On the ground or bloom;
A rivers waves awhirl,
That in time is doom.

The raindrops and rainbow,
Freshly and the new;
Like reflection afterglow,
Of yesterdays fallen dew.
Hours pass be forgotten,
More ways come again;
Old with the new trodden,
All together to maintain.