By Stephany Spencer-LeBaron


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,
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.

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