The sand runs swiftly through the glass
For me as well as you,
The lines etch deeper every day,
My mirror proves it's true.
We're here for just a little while,
A mere instant in time.
A single flutter of a heart
In life's great pantomime.
The act of birth; a miracle!
...A death sentence as well!
For just beyond the wondrous joy..
The tolling of that bell.
Old age should not a burden be,
Though we may feel that's true.
..Consider it a privilige
That's granted to a few.