The Sands of Time
Our time
Begins with our first heart beat eighteen
To twenty two days after conception the hour
Glass drops the first sand in our life line
Which is very fine
It has been dropped in real time
Not with our first breath in time.
It's all in align.
Our time
Has no rain checks, I.O.U.'s or is a paradigm
So don't wish it away this is your gold mine
It's real time.
In the meantime
Splurge! Once in awhile don't always nickel
and dime.
Don't mess it up with grime
Or crime.
This is real time
Bottom line
We all get what we were assigned.
When our heart stops beating so does the
Sands of time.
Copyright © Bette Bavington | Year Posted 2020
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