This Is Your Song Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Questions moving on
like answers from the inside,
trials never done
on their daily ride.

Footsteps going about
in their never-ending,
somewhere with its doubt
in lives blending.

Reasons for a try
day by day and going,
low reach and high
without ever knowing.

Something comes and goes
all is on its way,
like the wind that blows
in the spring of May.

You and I trying
finding ways new,
and purpose ways tying
to get here through.

Life in new ways
with dreams to come along,
colors of the days
this is your song.