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Our Days Are As Sand

Life, an hourglass, Where days are sand. God holds each grain, In outstretched hand. We strive to adapt, To life's ebb and flow. And each falling grain, Causes gait to slow. Often, during aging, Time is rutting our face. Even pigment in our hair, Time will replace. Such will be life, Till our last grain falls. That day cometh, When the Sand Master calls.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 8/15/2011 9:49:00 PM
Hi there, Tom. This poem is a great reminder of the fragility and brevity of life. It's great to walk with the one who hold time in His hands. Congrats on your poetry being featured this week. You are a gifted poet indeed! Gwendolen
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Date: 6/8/2011 7:39:00 PM
Your poem was very touching, Tom.
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