Where Does Time Go?

The wise man says,

“Time is a river,

It must go on.

It doesn’t stop,

And slows for no man.”

I ask the wise man,

“Where does time go?

Why doesn’t it stop?

Where does it flow?”

He gives me no answer,

Just a sly old grin.

Looks me in the eye,

And says “You’ll find out in the end.”

I’m stunned. I can’t wait,

Not until the end.

Now I ask you,

Dear reader, dear friend,

Where does time go?

Where does it go in the end?