Forgotten In Time

Take care of this world we live in as it is an oasis.

Remember a time when a visit to a garden park brought incomprehensible joy to my heart?

Now it has become gone to the tides of time and I am without that happiness, fleeting to me.

Hollow emptiness inside, I try to navigate the paths I use to roam without that guidance

I thought I knew, but that, too, has been lost within the paths of time tread so many times.

Time, did you not forget me?

Has the world grown cold and none to save it?

Too preoccupied by something else, we let the beauty of the world go.

The place some call home will be long spent and used like a toy to be broken.

Then, like so many lost worlds before, this world will crumble and may be the only one.

Others may be inhabitable, but cannot replace the home I love that once filled me with joy.

Reviews

[Sonia Walker]

GalaxyGhost, your poem melted me. It is so beautifully written. I remember visiting Elizabeth Park, world-famous for its beautiful rose gardens in Hartford, Connecticut. Each time I stopped at the park during the summer, it always gave me pleasure because of the colorful flowers and their heavenly scents. ~ Sonia

[GalaxyGhost]

Thank you for your comment! I bet that Park is a good subject you can write about--it sounds interesting!

[Sonia Walker]

That is an idea. We have roses in our front yard. Time to study them with my tablet. ~ Sonia