All The Days Get Lost (From, Lost Song Poems) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

All the days get lost
For the hours don't stay,
Soon as they get acrost
The light path astray;
When the night returns
With moods of its own,
In colors alterns
We are all so alone.

All the days were sun
With feelings of their own,
Each drift in attention
In faces not shown;
When death came to light
To bring it all down,
We all must then fight
To bring back life's crown.

All the days that are gone
From the hours we have,
Some of them are anon
But never a caff;
If the fire will burn
That reflects what's blown,
Peace must not adjourn
We are all so alone.