The Days That Once Seemed New (To You) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The days that once seemed new are all going old
In through timelessness of none existence
Flowers from withering time cannot hold
In following its ways into its trance
Yesterdays growing to forever lost
Never to be found where day of brightness is
Like faraway flow of cloud drifting bliss
Those on growing moments to autumn’s rust

You are close like light in its lots of cast
Holding to nothing but faraway thought
Always more coming to follow new clouds
Rainbows of today they won't never last
For on to the haze their picture is caught
In lonesome ways like the lost street crowds