The voice of Time howls through these agèd halls
 Bemoaning all that Past has pushed aside,
 Its sadden’d sighs hang on each voice that calls
 To Future, but in spite, had chose to hide.
So pointless are attempts we make to chide
 Ourselves for what we have or have not done,
 The bowels of doubt begin to open wide,
 And suddenly it dawns that Time has won.
Our hopes of great achievements — all has run,
 Frustrated with Ambition’s lack of faith,
 We question God, but God will answer none —
 A punishment that taunts the famish’d wraith!
Why waste time entertaining idle thought,
 By wishing without action — All for naught!

Ferrick Gray
© 2020
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