The Hourglass of Time
The hourglass of time
As I stare at the forest my eyes fill with tears
The colors are a reminder of the times that have past
The time that can not be reclaimed
The dying leaves are an omen of what is to come
We have but one chance to make our mark
To change a life with the words we write
To help a child enjoy what language can do
The changing of seasons is like an hourglass
There are no do over’s no rewrites
What’s done is done no matter the deed
Don’t let the changing colors of fall depress
But let it be a starting point on a new beginning.
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