The Ebbtide
And now the ebb tide flows,
The end of all intentions,
Hopes and energies
Exhausted in submission to a greater power.
Terms are struck
And life relinquished
To subside in age
And reminiscence
Of what might have been
So many fine and fragile hopes
Remembered with regret,
Time seen for what it is,
The grand opposer of all dreams.
Long since potential fades
In undistinguished shadows
Of a passing scene
With nothing left
To serve
An interest in life itself.
Is emptiness
The only aspect of this view
To falter slow
In meaningless events
And shrivelled dreams of youth?
The world seemed good
Those years ago,
Seemed full and generous
In its possibilities,
Yet dabbled in half-heartedly
It turned
And snuffed the candle-glow
Of proud intent.
The image fades
To trace but faintly
On the clouds of time
The whims of youth.
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