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
 
 



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