Time Immemorial

1) c) Though time immemorial we shall meet
When rhymes do end, toil's sweet defeat made
Relevant by the waning clock, while still
Servant's fetch and bring mock file's of wills
Unused, tethered hands of death held back by
Ensuing dread and bands of wealth, blackest
Abuse headed off by memories sweet,
Still you and I in green pastures meet. Yet
Time begins to slow our fast pace, begets
Our face with show of lines and wrinkles; met
By paces we know grow with hours past
We make seamless joys, from the towers last
Stand. We beam upon the light of daybreak.
But in wee hours of dusk dwells mistake.

                                                             Time Immemorial, (c) Luke Bennette, April 2012