Nothing Will Come To Stay (From, The River Sings On) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Days are going one by one
To the past - in a haste
Before you know they are all gone
And your life brought to a waste
Time has never been won
Like a sunbeam - how it flies
All of today will be abandon
Nothing will stand in anywise

Meaning to share yesterdays
Determined to be destroyed
Mirror's reality turning ways
Futures not for long convoyed
Finding a meaning in the days
As they go through to an end
To and fro their interlude plays
Some we will truly apprehend

New will become soon too old
Everything is taken away
Nothing of a circustent to hold
Just as it must go today
Invent some invigorating to begin
A thought that'll applique
Before it's there time will unpin
Nothing will come to stay