Categories: Life
The sands of time are pouring
So rapidly through my hand
I’ve only been given a measured amount
I look down, see the little grains land.
Every grain is like a second of time
Slipping through my fingers each day
I cannot hold on to the grains very long
They are so quickly sliding away.
Many grains are so tiny they slither through
Completely unnoticed by me
I can never, ever, recover them
They are lost to eternity.
I started out with a handful
But now only a few remain
I am going to cherish those that are left
Carefully enhancing each grain.
Then when my hand is empty
All the grains have made a pile
I will at the end have no regrets
But will leave them behind with a smile.
