“ My World ” ~ of want for time ~

 

This world of mine

Is now a place

Of want for time,

Its waning state

Of nascent space

I effort see,

But for the grace

Of memory’s hold

I’d ne’er again

Find to embrace

The splendour

Of its bold face,

In what now fades

Shy of a spritely pace  

Amid what I did feel,

And came to know

With wisdom’s peal,

That clings to hear

From fortune’s fate,

What might yet live

Therein my world,

Increasingly a place

Of want for time!