Memories Of Yesterdays Poem by Peter S. Quinn

In the still of the night
where nightfall is going,
the distances of light
on the horizon's glowing.
Memories of yesterdays
in my dreams are still,
like skies of cloudy greys
my reminiscences fill.

Oh, daybreak is here soon
in hours of the new,
gone is this month of June
like the lot going through.
The Mid summer's day
giving all and taking,
flowers in bouget's lay
beauty to past making.

My heart's in a new beat
I feel young and old,
these memories of treat
of moments I can't hold.
All has gone its ways,
like old flowers falling,
Its yesterdays of lays
from my heart's calling.