The Passing Time
Hour by hour and over and over,
I tilted the hour glass when dripping of the sands is over,
But I could never get whether the dripping sands follow the ticking time,
Or the ticking time follows the dripping sands!
I knocked the hour glass from the table to the floor,
And it rolled back and fro; with the sands now trapped,
In the moment, frozen in time!
No more sand dripping from above,
As the hourglass now lying dead, parallel on the ground,
I fall back into my bed with my ego inflated,
As if I have triumphed over and seized the passing time!
I kept looking through my window,
To the see the day slowly growing old,
When the sun went west bound,
And the day slowly turned into night……..!
(2013)
