There's A Songbird Poem by Peter S. Quinn

There's a songbird in my soul,
It's singing there only for me;
About this world's rigmarole,
Or the deep feelings - cravingly.
There's a love song in the clouds,
Drifting by the nights and days;
Far above the working crowds,
Going through to the endways.

There's a songbird in my soul,
And it's always feeling too sad;
What's the point with life's goal,
If all the love is turning out bad.
Carried away in a gentle touch,
What are my lonely feelings for?
I must just remember inasmuch,
That nothing is here forevermore.

There's a songbird that's singing,
Of its feelings from yesterdays;
And to staying memories abiding,
Past love like withering bouquets.