Claire V. Bogdanos

The time has come, the time has gone

The time is now to voice alarm

Our world has changed make no mistake

No time is left to catch a break.

The days grow short, I fear the count

With each new moon the totals mount.

When will the clock that ticks away

The hours and minutes of each day

Declare that life is just pretend

And moving closer to its end ?

I do not know, I wonder why

Can it be worth another try ?

A garden sweetly fashioned to bring heart’s content,

And weary days to offer cloistered covenant,

Oh sad deserted vestige of what once had been!

A victim of time’s ravages loss unspoken,

Is this the change so wrought by frost and cold,

Forsaking goodly purpose pursue desire bold?

And seeing this past haven sorely so distressed

When hindsight recollects memories embellished,

Poor limpid damsel careless lying, now awry,

The sight of which man’s constant lack of care imply.

Unlucky pedestal tumbled by force unknown

Neglected lass unsightly, clutching wrap of stone

Once pretty maid there wasting shameful stark and bare

Inert and prone, a covert of decay now wear

Unfeeling rocks so greenly cloaked in moss o’ergrown

And so forgotten muse with aging, sleep alone.