Hourglass of Time
Sand
Ground to such a fine grain
It streams rapidly through
the glass
Raining years with unhampered
speed
Making life sweep by too
fast.
Hours
Seem like seconds to a needful
one
Ticking with the heart as
beats resound
Robbing the sufferer of an
unknown gift
As the sand keep pouring
down.
Taken
Beyond control by a calculated
mistake
You reach outward to try
and reclaim the cost
But the sand stops flowing
in the half empty glass
