Much About Nothing Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Everything is going now about so fine
Giving its glamour's glorious driven gleam
Filling every hour with so much sunshine
That shadows of darkness now nowhere seem
Daydreams so many in everyone's heart
Borrowing reality in each of their touch
What comes then next and where must we start?
To feel it enough and give of as much

Times that are going like love songs with words
Marvelous days that never come again
Each of its reflection like spring flying birds
Hard to let it go or even to disdain
Much about nothing so much for everyone
Always trying out before it ever begun