A Poem To Get Old Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Every day that comes shall get old
With the spinning wheels of infinity
And age in pastimes for you and me
To give each one prosper to raise and hold
Stories activeness that still unfold
To the covet to win or lose and see
That dwells in each belonging inside free
Whereby our living thoughts come and mold

So much is in context within grow charms
To give from and spend while time is still air
In thereby courage that flows and swarms
Of comparisons to set in given share
Virtues of age for personality bend
Of what it has given to comprehend