Illusions Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The illusions of time
is destiny for all,
you grow to your prime
before you fall.
Like a flower of spring
in colors so fine,
or a bird that will sing
in the outdoor sunshine.

You think you're alone
but life's always with you,
to bring you the right tone
for life to come through.
Those songs that you hear
in all the times gone by,
shall always stand near
in each your day and try.

The illusions of days
are like dreams of the night,
each tone that it plays
sheds new light.
Life's melody ongoing
through years passing by,
our times all showing
until the day we die.