Sonnet 83, In Hope There Is A Fire... Poem by Peter S. Quinn

In hope there is a fire that keeps burning,
In a flaming candle that lightens each day,
In there, is a future constantly turning,
To what it is worth and crossing our way.
We have our futures; they come and get lost,
With what they have to offer, in everything,
Then into nirvana they are again tossed,
Memories of love songs we used to sing.
Fly away time to the end of each year,
You shall not return, for eternity,
You once were of hope, while you were still here,
Though now you remain only inside, to be.
Each day that's gone is of dream only now:
We'll keep on walking and manage somehow.