A Glass For the Hour

As though we are sands through a glass for the hour When sands have run course, we then have no power To turn about play and begin a new run Likes sands through the glass, when it’s done, it is done And so, we must live watching those come before us Slip away, one by one, Like a song, sung in chorus To wonder the glass as so low runs the tide To see, like the sands, what awaits other side