The Sands of My Hourglass

The sands of time are running
Through my hourglass,
Telling me I don’t have much time
Taking away my time
As surely as can
Any hands on a clock.

I can’t get the speed to stop
Neither my heart
That goes tic-toc
And pitter-pat
Like raindrops
On the window pane of life
Like the pain in my soul
That’s running down my cheeks
Like teardrops on a looking glass
Or the glasses I look through.

I wonder what is wrong
Where has the time gone?
Why won’t it stop
Running away with me
And from me
Hard as I try to catch up with it
Get with it, not behind it
Why can’t it let me be?

It’s synonymous with
Life’s impermanence
Which I also want to stop
But cannot
Any more than the sands
Running through the hourglass
Of my life
On my door-stop.