Hourglass



The silent sands in glass glide down,
A demure drip, without a frown.
Each grain a moment, soft and fine
In life`s pages, a gift divine.

They buzz tales of days that slipped by,
Of joys that bloomed, then flew to sky;
The present trickles like a stream,
Reflecting the soul`s fleeting dream.

In the un-spilled part of the sand
We eye the future that still stands,
A heap of hope, a silent plea
To cherish all that comes to be.

The world keeps whirling, time evolve,
Bits by bits, our muscles dissolve,
The hourglass mirrors our short stay,
Reminds us, life won't ever sway.

So, while blood still runs through our veins
Let us use our hands and our brains,
The world, a better place to build,
From rains and woeful winds to shield.

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