Remember, Remember Poem by Michael Roysdon

Remember, remember, a time
When aches were just silence from adults,
When we sought a refuge from the torrents of monsters,
Establishing themselves in our imaginations,
That invested in a written script of woes and misery.

Remember; remember, that chiming clock,
Whose mechanical, melancholy strums, paves our path,
One well worn and sometime debased.
Those silent hands forever stalking, a little less space between,
Us and an untimely end, forever as zero, and never more,
Do we seek anything beyond that its pretense?

Remember; remember, a string less played,
A song forever entwined in an elliptical cycle,
Spilling its essence into whatever may pass,
But soon rung out by another tune;
The debauchery of that insult forever scarred,
Children who seek a comforting song,
One that will soon guide them,
One that will soon belittle them,
A hand that will strike a final note,
And forever leave them guessing.