This I wrote for my mom to state what is going on with all of us and a bad use of time.
I looked at the hour glass once
When I was young it seemed endless,
Every grain if sand- a beach onto my life.
It doesn’t bother me though-
All I have is time and everyone’s here.
I have my parents, my brother,
A sister and I’m young!
Nothing will ever happen to me…
It will never happen to me…
A few years pass, then a few more
I’m married with children and
My hour glass shows less than before,
But, it’s still endless…
So endless, I still have years galore.
I just got a call; I fell to my knees.
My parents died tragically, a year later-
My sister: cancer, my brother: estranged.
Yet, my hourglass a little worse for wear
Still goes on, I fear I do not have as much time.
But, it goes on while I’m here.
I get a call from the doctor,
So it seems I don’t have long…
How can my hour glass fail me!
I thought I had so long!
Even if you have a desert’s worth of time,
Life is for the living and only for the shortest time.
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