Times Of Times Poem by Peter S. Quinn

I wanted to love you
and I needed you so,
you were made of love true
but you had to go.
Times of times living
days on to the past,
so much there in giving
but nothing is going to last.

I wanted to be your touch
in everything you do,
give and take as much
as the times go through.
Times of times going
all is going to rust,
as wind to wind is blowing
and life to time's lost.

You were my everything
wandering by and by,
as days new futures bring
low down and to high.
Times of times doing
making all chances on,
skies of dreams bluing
'till those casts are gone.

I wanted to love you
and I needed you so,
you were made of love true
but you had to go.
Times by times flying
and nothing is the same
the hours away are dying
in years of gone flame.