To This Year Poem by Peter S. Quinn

I have this year
Now sweet memories,
It was all here
To treat and please.
And give its touch
Of many ways,
Its heartfelt lots
Of gone days.

Where dreams came
And gave their real,
Eternal flame
On times wheel.
All this of beauty
That now is gone,
But I still see
In my heart on.

This year in end
Is now starting,
Of memories blend
Now departing.
But what is going
Shall be inside,
To give more on
When thoughts abide