The Hour Glass

The sand in my hourglass holds that I'm old And that youth and my mind are of one date Lines etched in my face begin to unfold Still waiting the day I anticipate Youth has vanished, with its promise unfilled Memories dissolve and some I can't trust The years have passed while the days slowly build I've kept the pictures, watched them turn to dust Only cleaned them when my eyes turned teary As I sit and watch the sands passing through Flowing faster, with my legs now weary And I battle time trying to make do The hourglass, a lifelong adversary The sands now falling are solitary