Beautiful Is Each Day.. Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Beautiful is in each day
With their flow of meaning
Dreams that come out to play
In their wishful seeming
Some are real in their heart
Giving much and making
Dreams that to reality start
In the heart and aching

Life is like its many ways
Always something making
As it comes and with you plays
In its give and taking
So much is there in its lay
Flowing on to times gone by
Some of will make your way
In each time of a new try

Beautiful is the morning
With their many new ways
Life is a dream and learning
Colors through moments play
Everything is on turning
Filling up the hours so long
We from it both are learning
Each day its newest song