May 04, 2009

Sands of Time


Black turns grey,
The smooth,
Now wrinkled,
Vision reduced.
Time waits for none.

Fun childhood,
Ripened youth,
Blissful maturity,
To etched experience.
Time waits for none.

From blushing bride,
To flourishing mother,
Loving grandparent,
Now a lonely widow,
Time waits for none.

With every sand grain,
A second less,
With every tick,
A second older.
Time waits for none.

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