Peter S. Quinn

Sonnet 33, Dwell On Time - Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Dwell on time and yellow falls on earth leaves,
As nothing here shall be for eternity;
Man can not be lost in boredom or grieves,
For then his pleasures never become free.
Each of man's treasures gets lost in the time
That applies to fashions and trends the same,
And various purposes give reason and rime,
Are of equal, at the end of the game.
Nothing of eternal grows and gives birth,
Only in fairy tales is this untrimmed;
To accomplish one ways one must be worth,
Or otherwise the future's vague and dimmed.
Compare your time, with each of summer's day,
Where colors mature, and then go their way.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, June 12, 2007

Poem Edited: Thursday, March 10, 2011

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