A Year - Oh Sweet Year Poem by Peter S. Quinn

A year oh sweet year is now going soon by
With moments to remember and some lost
The bouquets of memories I have crossed
Each in their mood of a daydreaming high
The love that has come and made me acquainted
With costumes and ways that I found best
Every word sounding ways they have painted
And now forth in closure is laid to rest

Oh words of thy muses how I love thee
With wings so lofty in brightness of days
Those through in their footsteps have walked here on
Endures of thoughts forever to be
When memories drift and to the mind plays
Wonderful occasions I thought were gone

(*I might change this here and there… later, perhaps)