O Darling Of Old One Poem by Peter S. Quinn

O darling of old one
time passes by and by,
all those years 'till gone
to faraway empty sky.
Love is like a glowing bliss
through yesterdays gone,
I remember and I miss
everything that now's done.

Give or take what we are
lives for the making,
some are gone to the far
others we are still aching.
Sorrows to some yesterdays
on their drifting wings,
colors become their grays
forgotten times on strings.

O darling of memory
you are a still in my beat,
every moment's now free
on our remembrance street.
But our music is still playing
weightless sweet melody,
the years allot not staying
for epochs move on free.