The Sands of Time
Grains of sand
trickling down
the narrow crystal neck
of the hourglass
Each grain a measure
of that mysterious entity
called Time
The grains above
hold the future
The grains below
store the past
The moving grains
capture the present
At the hour's sunrise
your flow begins
At the hour's sunset
it ends -
The Sands Of Time
Copyright © John Beharry | Year Posted 2013
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