Sonnet 19, As Time Passes Poem by Peter S. Quinn

As time passes and gives death kiss endure,
To days that are now lost in memories;
For one thing we are never here to sure,
Of what will live and then from us decease.
The beautiful is not always what remains,
Often it's the common that will survive;
Running through these remembering time veins,
Knowing its place - and that keeps it alive.
Like the ocean waves that drift further on,
And shores that halt the billows fresh and free;
Such are moments, before from us they're gone,
Every settling, we must trust and agree.
Elements of past expose what has been,
Different from what remains to be seen.