Days And Days Go By

Days and days go by
With the hour so lonely,
Dark and gray is the sky
And daydreams cyclically;
We have to give and try
What it's worth in effort,
Before we say goodbye
Fore all is to be revert.

Just like a summer gone
That shun for a while,
Times and times are a bon
Given or taken in life's aisle;
What does that then say
In meanings or otherwise,
Maybe just words in play
With an end fully surprise.

Years and years to twist
Before they run to end,
Moments we have missed
Jovial and sorrow in blend;
The task is to have peace
In each of your doing then,
A dream one uniquely sees
Or over and over again.

by Peter S. Quinn

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