Let The Song Become Old Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Let the song become old
before it's all gone
life tones many fold
cannoning through Fall's sun;
wishful are the days
that never had their time
turning tide's ways
past their wake and prime.

Let their song be found
in their chorus line
tones to come around
like new days of sunshine;
give a tune a listen
its melody of beauty
through times glisten
for something more to be.

let the song become old
before it's all gone.
Its beauty is untold
if no one listens on.

Its beauty is untold
if no one listens on!