The Grand Design
I cannot see what is left in front of me;
I cannot look beyond the grain of sand
that sits gently in my hand.
What is time? How much is left?
That little grain of sand is all I have,
all that I know - a tiny insignificant
piece of a larger puzzle.
It has a place among all the other grains
of sand in the universe - related to each,
but different in the infinite world,
like that of a fingerprint.
How can I let it go?
I have held it for some time,
it has become my companion,
it comforts me in times of need,
never abandoning me, quietly listening.
I will try to nurture it,
try to save it for others who come.
I will try to treasure the time,
and try to leave a lasting impression with it.
How much time is left?
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