Even Prompter

Eternal Round

Eternal Round

The fields of the past,
dark with the sun departed,
still tilled as these moments last,
the old reaping what they started.

The present a teeming city,
habitat now of the young,
ever bright and oh so pretty,
before the instant turns to dung.

Eyes are turning now in hope
to the future yet unborn,
to better times our hands do grope;
pray our dreams are not forlorn.


Line count: 12
Form: Quatrains
For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 28 2023
Prompt: Write a poem about the past, present, future, in that order. Three quatrains, twelve lines.