By The Road.. Poem by Peter S. Quinn

By the road
one and one we go,
life takes its load
before we know.
Time ruses on
dust settles together,
the new is then gone
into forever.

By the time
that circles on and on,
from the day of its prime
till it's all gone.
So little than to know
like flowers of last spring,
colors that come and go
in life's circling ring.

By the memories
we had to share,
color book trees
from the past everywhere.
What comes and goes
in all its yesterdays,
wind wind blows
as the going plays.