Where Did all the Time Go? A Tintern Abbey Themed Poem
Where Did all the Time Go
Writing this under the gaze and the gleam of the Moon
I remember the times
When time was weightless
When fear was forgotten
And escape was not needed
For our futures were silver lined and bright
The days of collective youth
Where books were our source of solace
And the pages flipped were our only way of illusion
But alas, time cannot be reversed
And the pages of our books have been outgrown at last
So here I stand, watching the Moon’s glow
And I am reminded of the ever changing times
When books were beloved
Now replaced by artificial means
And the flipping of places has traded in for scrolling
Where has all the time gone?
Waiting and waiting to grow old
Growing out of longing for a future time
Yearning to live in a place where questions live resolved
A bright and colorful scene, eternal spring
When new life is brought about
With good sense toward fullness of time
Alas, now having reached that summit
Of hope, of dreams, the top of what everyone strives for
Gazing up at the Moon from upon
A world fallen, in an endless yet depressing nothing
Nothing like expectations wanted
Nothing like all looked to
In our youths full of hope
This time reflects the clouded, mental pollution
From crushed nostalgia
Where did all the time go?
As we wait to evade the weight of this world away
We must remember to escape
Our clouded judgment
We must look to the Moon
And think of the dreams of our youth
How they look forward to the future, growing old
Looking towards the best portion of one’s life
Towards the gifts yet to come
Without mystery’s burdens
Or an unintelligible morrow awaiting your every step
Will we ever feel the comfort
Of purely blessed affections
Or will the corporeal frame of our future
Lie in wait until we see the true weight of this world
Where will all our time go?
When our successors grow up and grow old
And gaze up at the Moon, glowing and serene
Will they wish to travel up and live
Almost suspended, in harmony and deep joy
For the weight of this fallen world
Became too much, and tranquil restoration
Is too far a cause to look towards
Nameless acts of love and kindness remain
Unremembered by a society
Trapped by webs and spiders,
Lured into a web of waiting
Instead of growing old as past posterity
Like the beloved tree, hope and branches, opportunities.
Where did all the time go?
The future years, transformed into the past
The picture of safety
Has never matched this drowned world
Following the very beginning, we always shy away
From searching and questioning ideals that brought
A lonely world to lifeless sense
For the fear of leaving false comforts
Was far worse than time
Could ever create illusion towards
Do we take away the life of humanities curiosity
Given curiosity killed the cat
And if we’re too curious about the sun
The light of day might not climb the horizon again
To light our crepuscular journey
So we fly too close to the sun,
And seek out a hand to hold
Among the flames of warning
Who cry out to trust in ourselves
Alas, we won’t make it to the next time
Where will all the time go?
The sun will rise on our fated souls
But is destined to set again and again
On our downfalls and an Earth left hopeless
As if even the universe is disappointed
In the methodology which we’ve chosen to use our time
This time we’ve graciously been given
The pleasures of our younger days
Now taken for granted by all
For finality is the view we’ve been scorned to face
We can see is a lack of hope across all dim views
In hindsight, we knew everything
When our time just began
Where will our time go?
Once our time is over
And the sun sets beyond the horizon
For the final occasion
Once the moon rises
Let it guide us in a walk of finality
The death of one
The unremembered birth of another
Can we be in the beyond
Without the weight from the life once lived
With the sun, our mother
And nature, our sister
Was this time everything it could have been;