Every Day Is For The Living Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Every day is for the living
With any freedom to be free
In so much opportunity giving
Anything might come to be

Yesterdays are what you want to
Cause they are still in your mind
Rising height and going through
What has been left behind?

We could give a two sided way
With our chorus love song
So much here to live for a day
And in the futures to long
And nothing goes so easily
That has not still been here
Momentarily and breezily
Tomorrow is in our everywhere
Living for the yesteryear
Can’t be done in our future luck
Because unsigned fates are so near
And with them we will get stuck

Living is not for the past
But a coming day to steer
Nothing is going though to last
Oblivion houses are everywhere

Staying nights and its cloudy grey
Two sided coins thrown
In the time roundly on lay
That is here in our own town

Immortals touch is never known
In its own finding heart
Night is a nightly dim gown
Or a stuck in the middle dart
Giving you unsecure matches
Making and sometimes helping out
Dubs and its many scratches
With every hope and doubt
Somewhere a time is a snitch
Judgments of ways to try
Nothing that gives to be rich
Only a hopeful luck or its lie

You can do anything you do
Nothing seems real these days
So much to come out of the blue
In every temper and grays

(from my Album: Something More)