Irritable Tinted Ways Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Oh come bring in the sunshine
Brighten up my day again
Come on babe lets do so fine
The hours before were in vain
Let’s give something of gladness now
Move a little happiness in
Right or wrong all is somehow
Coming here with its sidespin

The lovely ways to come and pass
Everything worthy its sunrise
Warnings that last with its crass
Cloudburst ting hours of disguise
Let them all come in the rising
Feelings move till they will stop
Let them move through stabilizing
So much of now is a flop

Darkness only stays in the mind
When the day is young and bright
Morning comes and leaves behind
Anything of the lonesome night
Dark disposition to fade away
Into the faraway lonesome space
Meet the new correct time day
With all its irritable tinted ways