Our Days Are Never Gone Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Our days are never gone
They just sleep away
Somewhere they once shone
Bearing seeds new to play
Moods are changing the heart
Freshness always is coming
Giving birth to a new start
And yesteryears up summing

Easy is for ever more
Flowing to and deliver
What days might have in store?
For the easy going giver
Nothing is to be of dark
Behind hidden closed doors
Every spirit shall embark
What its beauty soon explores

Care comes a great deal
Through your recreation
Inside much how you feel
A proportion of temptation
Nothing will be of its past
That you try to reside from
It might be a short bombast
But prosperity is its outcome