Now Give Away To Dreams Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Now give away to dreams
That never came to you,
For reality there seems
To be so quite untrue;
As the day becomes night
And the night darker still,
The shadows grow in flight
And minutes and hours fill.

Now give away your thought
You have nothing to gain,
For all has been sought
And it was all in vain;
You have a spirit only
And all else is forgotten,
This walk is quiet lonely
With the road flowers rotten.

Now give away and sleep
For future it shall come,
And what of value keep
The struggle and its bloom;
Who will then know it's way
If you have never found,
Its morning and new day
To make and be astound.