Days Of Tomorrow Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Days of tomorrow
Are into their bliss
Peace you can't borrow
Only its truthful kiss
Love is nothing or all
For everything that's free
Make your love a call
And it shall come and be

Like flowers on the road
There is no in between
To carry your load
Of what you have seen
It's just always to be true
In all your doing ways
Be just simply you
In all your coming days

Days of hope and love
Shall come to reality
Like drift clouds above
If you truly meant it to be
Love is nothing or all
Just give its life a chance
Sumer becomes Fall
Without its romance