The Hourglass
The Sands of your time
Gently slide against your hourglass
Time is running out
Better make your life count
The hands of the clock
Always moving
The ticktock
Never ceasing
Each day is lost
You can never gain it back
Time is always continuing
Never frozen
Once that sand
Stops moving
Your gone
Gone until you
Begin again
poem by Autumn Winds
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