At The End Of Time Poem by Phillip H LaRochelle

AT THE END OF TIME

As time moves forward and depressed past years
One has stopped time to reflect on tears
And yet in a moment of disgusting rage
To total silence of another age.

As the days and months and years wander by
Generations of screams and all their cries
Who in the end will remember those
Who in the end only themselves and God really know.

On one side of the river yet glistening white
To the other side of dismay and disdainful fright
And in the middle it may almost seem
To be troubled waters that yet still gleam.

While trying to swim to the left or the right
The burdening weight of yet another night
To finally secure to some solid ground
May reach to success of a greater sound.

To finally win the battles at hand
One must first crawl then finally stand
Though tears of remorse can always be heard
In the final end it may sing like a bird.

The struggle at hand is always ahead
For the mere mortal bodies of the children of men
And at the end day when it turns to night
The grave in its shadow is surrounded by light.

The tears and years of depressed days gone by
Will merely be thought of in a blink of an eye
While the future cannot be clearly seen
It works for many whether or not they believe.

If one has not heard then how can one be judged
If no lessons were taught no reason for grudge
Knowledge however, is a gifted weight
That can be used for or against even a Saint.

So merrily, merrily the generations pass
And to astonishing abnormalities the world gasps
But at the end of time and days do part
Judgment ends at the beginning of the Heart.