The Sands of My Hourglass

The sands of my hourglass figure
Running through me,
Telling me I haven’t much time,
Tick away what’s left
As quickly as hands
On my inner circadian clock.

I can’t make the sands stop,
Neither my heart pattering tick-tock
Like raindrops dripping
From the window panes of my life;
Like the pain in my soul
Running down my cheeks
And the teardrops on my lenses
I look through.

I wonder what’s wrong,
Where‘s all my time gone!
Why won’t the Sands
Stop running through me
And away with me,
Hard as I try to catch up,
Get with Time, not behind it.
Time, you let me be!

But Time keeps running out on me.
It’s synonymous with
Life’s impermanence.
Change can‘t be stopped
Any more than the sands of time
Running through my hourglass
Decorating my door-stop
In my time.