The Hour Glass
The sand in my hourglass holds that I'm old
And that youth and my mind are of one date
Lines etched in my face begin to unfold
Still waiting the day I anticipate
Youth has vanished, with its promise unfilled
Memories dissolve and some I can't trust
The years have passed while the days slowly build
I've kept the pictures, watched them turn to dust
Only cleaned them when my eyes turned teary
As I sit and watch the sands passing through
Flowing faster, with my legs now weary
And I battle time trying to make do
The hourglass, a lifelong adversary
The sands now falling are solitary
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