It Is So Sweet, It Is So Neat Poem by Peter S. Quinn

It is so sweet,
it is so neat.
There is a dream over the sea
there's a dream inside of me,
there's love full of explosion
like waves in the deep ocean.
Any day is my love song
it moves today and goes along,
for my feelings carry me on
like flowing water it'll run.

It is so neat it is so sweet
this day that is gone,
how gave and doth treat
but in memories now goes on...
Oh, if life was all this way
we would have no sorrow new,
we would just meet sunny day
and see our joys all through.

But this is never so
it is like life goes on,
and when we both doth go
our happiness is gone.
For this is a world of flowers,
for in the fall must fall,
we have our counted hours
then death does call.

Our time has only a few days
that made our lives seen,
like daybreaks first rays
and evening lights between.
Knowledge will never be complete
for it is not the ways of ours,
we only have each day to meet
like summers going flowers.

It is so sweet,
it is so neat.
There is a dream over the sea
there's a dream inside of me,
there's love full of explosion
like waves in the deep ocean.
Any day is my love song
it moves today and goes along,
for my feelings carry me on
like flowing water it'll run.