Hourglass of Life
My eyes nervously cast a side glance
At the big clock on the wall above the table,
Marking the time in my mind,
Anxiously dreading sleepy time for all:
The darkness,
The quietness,
The aloneness.
Only with my thoughts swirling like a giant mess of wires,
Retracing each step,
Erasing and reworking,
Arranging and rearranging,
Talking to myself,
Crying,
Writing,
Reading.
Tick tock, the hourglass of life—
A startling reality,
The sand disappearing faster.
My hands, once young, were spent:
Rocking,
Embracing,
Caressing,
Toiling.
Each day, a new crease is born.
Tick tock, knocking on the door is the dawn,
Welcoming the gentle hand rocking me to sleep,
My body spent, finally relaxes and drifts to Wonderland.
Copyright © Lise Clendening | Year Posted 2024
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