My Days Poem by Peter S. Quinn

My days are here and going on
With their sun above to shine
Steps coming forward soon gone
Into the rays of leaving time

People waiting like the light
In streams of rivers going
Days thru and the whole of night
Picking fast pace or slowing

Always more is still to come
Of everything in its making
Opening doors where it’s from
From every new corner waking

Yesterdays were never to last
Only to tumble in its dance
Those are gone as rays of past
Never to have a second chance

Here is nothing left between
Only the nameless and the name
Busy in sunlight or never seen
Staying different or all the same

Days that are going into rays
Of a tomorrow still coming
Colorful ventures or in grays
With all its epoch of blooming