First attempt at villanelle ( no title yet)

Time moves on, immutably It goes,
Sluggard in strife, in joy too quickly flown,
though where or whither we lack the sight to know.

In youth it goes so slowly on it's way,
and all our frenzy will not speed nor slow,
time moves on, immutably it goes.

With school days past our tasks and trials grow,
from crest to wave like windblown spume we go,
though where or whither we lack the sight to know.

Beyond all tasks we yearn for love to grow,
We pray our fate to send dear ones to know,
time moves on, immutably it goes.

In elder days the hours seem to slow,
though sight will dim, the heart felt way we go,
though where or whither we lack the sight to know.

Time moves on, immutably It goes,
Loved or loathed it travels on its way,
each life a trail of light in living sows,
though where or whither we lack the sight to know.

Author's Note

Please be gentle, honest appraisals sought.