Flipped Hourglass
We flip the hourglass for time,
use moments as each hour's pawn.
Then store Today, when past its prime,
midst Yesterdays--now finished, gone.
If we could make one moment stay
just by flipping the hourglass,
how to choose the hour, the day
so many moments come and pass.
Or, as time's measure disappears,
will we, in greed, pound on the door
of hours, minutes, days, and years
that come but once and then no more.
Time flees--its hours hurry on,
a moment's look, and then it's gone.
February 2, 2022
for Pick-A-Title Vol. 28 Poetry Contest
Flipped Hourglass
Honorable Mention
by Edward Ibeh
Copyright © Ann Peck | Year Posted 2022
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