Longish No

My reply sir There is nothing new In this world We came along, A longish way in time We write poetry Just to rhyme, Then when its time We ride away. Its part of a long story Some one, A pair wrote, In seminal ink Long, long Times’ way, Aeons away If you may say, We shall continue For ever the same old seminal game That only we all shall For millennia’s hence play. Longish No! The road commenced aeons ago, Now in the midst we traverse, Towards the eternities of time. Where times’ shall end One can’t in poetry rhyme It’s a longish one endless, Where did it commence To where it shall go, It’s not with in my life’s dominion Nor imagination, It’s a longish one, no!