The World Will Have To Wait

There is a word now long forgotten That tasks the good-night air. It sits tantalizingly upon my tongue But it finds no babble there. I had it for a moment. I caught its scent upon the breeze. It has slipped between my fingers. It may have passed from some disease. But the shifting sands of borrowed time Mark the setting of my sun. With the word lost to an uncaring Universe... Is there nothing to be done? The word escapes my flawed attention As my aged memory goes awry With nothing left but muddled thoughts To shift and sort before I die. Such a word would unite the masses And lay waste their long neglect. Making a mockery of these anxious times Allowing troubled souls to resurrect. 'Tis a word of hope and promise Bringing joy to all who hear. And those who wish... not the dark abyss... Would have their sorrows disappear. I know not where it may dither But it certainly exists in time and space. I feel I owe the world a lover's debt... So I will discern its hiding place. I will ponder on it thusly While the fate of millions lie in state. But old age is indeed a slow stampede... So a troubled world will have to wait. The End