There Are Days Gone Poem by Peter S. Quinn

There are days gone
into the on ongoing,
they'll carry me on
in belief and knowing.
So much that was here
is still in each our call,
from this to everywhere
until our own fall.

There are days giving
so much past treasure,
and we in it all living
in work and its pleasure.
From what comes strong
shall never all perish,
it is like a good song
with plenty of to wish.

There are years still
to conquer and to give,
and our dreams to fulfill
if we, them truly live.
For life is on roads
to furthermore and find,
with each our own load
and what we've left behind.