Sonnet 18, As Time Goes By Poem by Peter S. Quinn

As time goes by each day will fade and coil,
And leave behind those wasted yesteryears;
You gave away to every favored foil,
Though your mind now remembers it and dears.
And what its worth will come and be more so,
For each is held, or gazed as each may be;
Like all in life from small, will come and grow,
From each such step like this one, so come we.
And fade like flowers into earthy dust,
Be broken down, for nothing the same stays;
Everything eaten by worms or it shall rust,
So are each treasured spring and beauties days.
For time will dig and give its wrinkles on,
Before we know each youth in oldness gone.