Tomorrow Dreams Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Tomorrow dreams come
And then they're gone
Freshly bouquet blossom
To carry your day on
Everything comes and goes
Into our future days
Like winter frosty glows
In rivers of many ways

Tomorrow dream's reality
Onto a realistic day
Like a daylight born to be
In a new sunny play
Everything has its hour
In our lives and living
Catch their times' flower
What they to you are giving

Tomorrow is anew flourish
Of what is to become
Make time for your own wish
And you have seeds to some
Everything is to be new
In spring of many plays
Now the time's up to you
What grows from you and stays