Tomorrow Dreams.. Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Tomorrow dreams
come and go,
like sunshine beams
in the melting snow.
Life is so unsure
what will become,
dreams do allure
like a frosty bloom

you and I
a feeling anew,
a morning sky
hours going through.
So much to debate
and lucky luck,
some come too late
others get stuck.

Today anew
in hours going by,
just you and I
and a cloudy sky.
How times fall on
and dreams go by,
till it is all gone
each hour and try.