The Fun Is Just Starting Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The fun is just starting,
So playful each can be;
Never from joy parting,
Playing so pleasurably.
Every hour is there fun,
Troubles come so early;
Carry your smile on and on,
I love happy hours dearly.

The fun is just singing,
Every phrasing of taste;
Moments joyful bringing,
Let there be none waste.
With happy hours always,
Anyway your mood is;
With plenty of entendres,
To bring out reminisce.

The Fun is just dancing,
Into the days ahead;
And the minutes enhancing,
With all what's aforesaid.
Every hour is so exciting,
When we are having a play;
And all of it absorbing,
For nothing forever will stay.