Songs Of May Poem by Peter S. Quinn

There are no reasons
For these words,
Just feelings that came
From my heart within
With each moment gone.

These are words
With no goodbyes,
Even though time
Away flies.

These are words
Of old memories,
Those hold my heart
Captive
And haven't accepted
To leave.

It is I that sing these songs,
That never have finished
Nor never are done.

It is I without any reason at all,
But I have a duty
To accept, when they call.

Some are love songs,
Some are May songs;
And some are both
Or everything,
They steadfastly to me sing…