Glass Hours
So doth each nameless grain of sand
Deny the fate of those who went before
Believing there is purpose to their flow
As waves believe their haven is the shore
Idly they joust in momentary queues
Unable to resist time’s ebbing tide
Each grain a silent second paying dues
Destined to complete its senseless ride
Thus, pride becomes ensnared in ego’s dread
Of those who challenge reason’s need
Join the depleted ranks of reason’s dead
Believing somehow they will all be freed
Hold still, cling to your dream, the die is cast
Death’s hours will encompass first and last.
John G. Lawless
©6/16/2023
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