Gone Poem by Peter S. Quinn

I'm gone
into the shade of day,
carry me on
in your own way.

I'm done
nothing more to say,
into the sun
and summer's play.

I'm gone
like flowers go,
into the yon
of another glow.

This is a time going through,
opportunities coming and calling;
now it's here all up to you,
moments are rising and falling.

Life's a way
with dreams turning,
coming of day
what you're learning.

Into its play
what you are earning,
nothing will stay
bridges are burning.

Gone
into the shade of day,
carry me on
in times own way