The last line of "The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock" by T S Eliot appears below in italics and forms the beginning of this poem*
"We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown."
This, our end, how did it come to be?
So long ago we each saw our world as an open door
But now we keep our feet firmly on the floor.
Some days we dared, These days we are more timid.
When I was young it took no great summoning of courage to eat the peach.
No tree seemed too tall, I would effortlessly extend my reach.
Something happened when I was too busy to notice.
Days, weeks, months passed and I've grown old,
Passions that were once hot now run cold.
I once climbed the mountains, then walked their foothills.
Now I stay within a shorter reach,
Maybe venture as far as the forests or the beach.
We once longed for the excitement of the big cities.
Now we seek the solace of monasteries,
Where we take comfort in their silence and chant litany
They do these things together, but not for each other, nor for me.
This is not the end, although that will be our fate.
As it has been and will be for all who breathe,
The best we can do is grant ourselves a moment of reprieve.
*This weeks Zoomers Writers Wednesday prompt is "Poetry Inspiring Poetry". We are asked to begin a poem or story with the end of a favorite poem. Since Jason used Ginsberg, I chose T S Eliot.
This song somehow relates: