Life's Wandering Ways Poem by Peter S. Quinn

I just want to sing a song
find a way to be true,
get away all day long
something for me and you.
Dreams are coming right on
life has its lonely way,
soon old dreams are gone
in its thought and old play.

Come and make it easy
everything has its start,
moments sometime are breezy
from the way of its heart.
Yesterdays are old news
from the memories all gone,
some lies and some truths
just like life goes on.

Wandering ways here still
live is all in its luck,
some are roads to fulfill
in others time has stuck.
Tomorrows has its own dream
its roadways nobody knows,
like ways of river stream
easy comes and easy goes.