Each morning of our life, <br />There is a new song <br />And when dusk arrive, <br />These, remain and carry on; <br />Futile is our love story, <br />If enlighten is not there, <br />With tuneful morning glory <br />And basket of fruits to bear. <br /> <br />Freedom is no yesterday, <br />Nor is it in a book we read, <br />It is the doing of our say <br />And how we others treat; <br />Flower within your breast <br />Are beautiful of wisdom, <br />If they are for love that is least, <br />They truly shall forward bloom. <br /> <br />Our heaven is not in book, <br />Or a story that once was told, <br />Nor is it of rainbow look, <br />It is what we give and hold; <br />Let there be love in what we do <br />And kindness is what you give, <br />Then prosperity becomes you <br />And justice shall with you live.<br /><br />Peter S. Quinn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/there-is-a-new-song/
