Sonnet 98, Like Day And Night Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Like day and night contrast love may become,
Flowers assortments in a bouquet or vase;
Of colours quite bight though of dull are some,
Made so different but each in their own grace.
Life's so different to each and every one,
Tempers are as many as cloudlets in sky;
Shades in between have never all been done,
Some lie low when others are clear and high.
Years go ahead and keep our daily aim,
But like withering bloom - day becomes night;
When in twilights they quench their candle flame,
That once was in daybreak burning so bright.
What will become of days we don't retain?
When night's so uncertain and fire's in vain.