Clouds are full of teardrops, <br />Like mountains are full of ice tops; <br />Each moment dwells shortly, <br />Though it stays longer inside of me. <br /> <br />Yesterday is of memory, <br />That flies away and becomes free; <br />Drifting by, one by one, <br />All my days of youth and fun. <br /> <br />I'll one day return to earth, <br />And my creator who gave me birth; <br />Until then I'll carry my life on, <br />In the words I have, and song. <br /> <br />Clouds are full of teardrops, <br />What we sow will be our crops; <br />Everything what we are worth, <br />All our hope and all our mirth. <br /> <br />Streets we'll walk are futures still, <br />We can't see clearly over the hill; <br />What we have done right or wrong, <br />We shall carry with us along.<br /><br />Peter S. Quinn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/clouds-are-full-of-teardrops/
