Eschaton Poem by Uche Nwanze

Do you ever ponder and wonder what yonder is like?
We often think ourselves stronger and younger
we no longer ponder about yonder
We are making a blunder
Time for us to ponder we launder what we ought to cherish and wander away until thunder strikes and we go under
I rather hunger and sonder for a taste of yonder
I wonder why we no longer ponder
Wish I could erase my blunder
Wish I could go back in time
Wish I were much younger
It's time we woke from our slumber so we can be among the number on that day of the thunder