Oh Seasons.. Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Oh, a new day is starting
to roll on and on,
the old ways are departing
and old habits soon are gone.
My heart is full of lonely
dreams that did not come,
but times are to be
what memories are from.

Oh, new days are here
with some thoughts from the past,
like memories everywhere
that now seem so lost.
Oh, life is just ongoing
into the future days,
like a wind of summer blowing
before the autumn plays.

Oh, seasons come and go
full of joys and times giving,
like wind oh wind will blow
each dream we are living.
My heart is always finding
something lost from the past,
and thoughts together binding
I thought were gone lost.