Monday, September 13, 2004

Poetry - Empty Hourglass

Sand grains spill through my fingers
As I grasp in vain to keep today
My memory barely lingers
On the grains that will not stay
My joy is blown against the walls of time
The carefree manner I owned previously cheats
Me of my careless nature; midnight's chime
Leaves me with worthless dust beneath my feet.
And as I gaze across the barren desert
I'm left alone with shards of memories of dirt.
...Live for the future of your world...



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