When We Both Are Gone Poem by Peter S. Quinn

When we both are gone
To carry this life on
In its endless time and hours
From seed to old flowers
In what happiness empowers

All our dreams in going day
When glitter of love did play
And set its hope often high
Without asking questions why

Like everything that was said
And from rosy colors bled
In all those blissful years
That two in love adheres

Those memories from the days
When green was spring in lays
And summer songs were ways

Old moods that now bring tears
On to the dreams gone by
With the tones of balladeers
Singing through open blue sky