Peter S. Quinn

Take take take
Every hour life cannot hold
In times of its utter and wake
Those through our passions unfold

So much in its way and decoy
Playing through the lonely hours
A moment in heartbeat’s employ
Sometimes rain with its showers

Steadily going - drifting through
That seemed to be only yesterday
Time is like footsteps to renew
Each in their own special way

Take take take
Every hour life cannot hold
And fill it with sea of new make
Life’s declining leaves marigold