Sands of Time
SANDS OF TIME
My child the struggler-
Half-buried, sand-holer
From fractious family.
Each christmas hollowly
Joyless in the cold
Tracks in the snow,
A pointless journey
A useless straggler
My boy filled the void,
Though almost destroyed.
Controlling with care
And knowing when and where
Trying to survive
In that world half-alive
My man's half-drowned
In the sand pit around.
My wife seeks my pain
As each running grain
Pours back, fills the hole.
She rescues my soul.
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