It Will Never Be The Same Poem by Peter S. Quinn

It will never be the same
and the river is growing,
days up burning flame
in times lost and going;
we have each our day
till time's gone through,
in our heartbeat and play
never again to renew...

It will never be the same
for the day's on its dark,
a neglect a nameless name
that to past shall embark;
there is nothing ongoing
all just a name in names,
like moss on past growing
on to yesterday's flames.

It will never be the same
the days and going years,
a neglect a nameless name
my heart and my own tears;
tomorrow shall come anew
with freshness and its play,
my love is there for you
in the future its many ways.