To The Day On.. Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Drive me to the day on
Easy come and going
Steps of the past are gone
Into them on glowing
Some made a difference
Other had no clue
Like the time's dance
On and on to renew
Flowers grow from seeds
Into something new
The new the past reads
As it goes here through
Remembering up some
Or forget it all mostly
Grow from it a blossom
That made no reality
Drive met on the season
Of the past and going
Lot of none through reason
Then are up showing
We are here in the living
Letting it all go away
Some though minds giving
As it comes to play