The Sands of Time

The Sands of Time The sands of time move on and on Without respite, without a lull, Immutable for one and all, Whether kings of humble vassals; The sands of time drip on and on Without any grain of mercy, Without any ray of pity And wait not for splits of seconds; The sands of time pour on and on To fill the cup of human life, To mark their footprints on earth And to stand as a foil to space; The sands of time soar on and on Whether during shine of the day Or during darkness of the night Without a moan, without a groan; The sands of time flow on and on Like a river that never dries, Like waves that never rest a while, Like earth that doesn`t cease to revolve; The sands of time fly on and on Unflagging in their tireless flight Like a divine winged chariot Across immensity of the space; The sands of time roll on and on On the wheels of eternity To mark the scrolls of history And the rolls of humanity; How I wish time to fold its wings Suspend its endless flight awhile That I may eye nature`s beauty And fulfill my childish longings! How I would wish to build a shrine For him who can reverse time`s march And restore to me childhood days With the mind I have at present!