Life Is... Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Life is a sunshine road
If it goes easy,
Otherwise sorrow's load
In the winter breezy.
Days are never the same
It is all just here,
Turning on inside flame
To give and to share.

Life is like a flower
nothing is really true,
a moment's in going an hour
futures to renew.
Playfully seasons fall
nothing is really new,
days to future's call
deciding the time for you.

Life is merry go round
sometimes in luck,
nothing cleaved or bound
or forever stuck.
The end is the beginning of new
like in birth and grow,
let it come on through
river in time's flow.