The Hourglass
Shaped with curves, forever haunting, teasing,
She beckons me to take my time, not to waste.
I lay amazed at her ever-flowing nature, though
Within her being, I am instructed to make haste.
Her sands of time, with gravity, descends quicker
Leaving me no time at all, for to admire.
I ask of her, please stop your sands from flowing
Therefore, time may slow, allow my demanding fire.
She teases me and says that she will slow down,
However, reality says that she could never be.
The hourglass will always remain constant,
For sand and glass is all that you can see.
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