We all have a hourglass full of fine sand that represents our lives.

But so do the things that cant be easily seen.Every blue we all have to meet in the middle somewhere.

Image via Wikipedia                The Sands Of Time

                                The sands of time falls at there own pace,

                                they refuse to follow anyone’s instructions.

                                The hourglass dares to defy father time again,

                                but is the best of friends with Mother Nature.

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                                The sands of time are as old as God himself,

                                the many fine grains can tell a real fine story.

                                If you listen very carefully to the blowing wind,

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  • mystery writter on Oct 24, 2009

    The sands of time waits for no one we all know.likes the flow of this and well written.

  • cardy on Oct 24, 2009

    What a lovely poem a great read

  • STEVE666 on Oct 26, 2009

    Great imagery in your words, Roxanne!

  • diamondpoet on Oct 29, 2009

    I really enjoy, well done!

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