What Is Life Poem by Peter S. Quinn

What is life
if not of this,
dreams and strife
in its way and bliss.
Flowers making
and letting go,
times in aching
as tears flow.

Life is a way
and dream found,
meeting a day
reality so sound.
Hours of living
timeless distance,
feelings giving
flowers of chance

Life, what you make
into the gone,
memories awake
never really done.
All that is giving
making and try,
while you are living
and ‘till you die