Hour Glass
A heart long dead but not forgotten
A fungus ridden tree, broken, rotten
A scar on life that pain begotten
A stone strong will now soft as cotton
The flowing river gives way to frost
The warmth of summer, with Fall, is lost
The new born child has aged and died
The brilliant diamond has dulled with time
And Death has separated groom from bride
On a chair I sit and watch these events pass
And ponder how much sand is left in my hour glass
When will an average day be my last
And I will be no more so known than a blade of grass that stands like a soldier on the side of a dirt path
When will my day come to know the wrath of the unseen dictator, Time, I cannot grasp
But at last, at last, on that day my present evaporates to illuminate my past
And for a time however short, my legacy, my legend will stand to cast my life to those who have yet to cast their stone and leave their mark on this world
I can’t help but think of the ones not yet born to flesh
And wonder what cards dealt by Fate herself they might catch
What words they’ll speak when their lungs fill with breath from the same air I breath
And by what stretch, the stench of that wretch Death, will have an effect
Yes, sitting here I think of all these things
Other people lives and dreams
Their days of joy and the tears that stream from their face to wash away events unclean
They may claim to say they have the best of things
Houses, cars, and diamond rings
Which is fine, for a time, but as for me
I know my body cannot last
So I decide to smile, sit, and relax
On this park bench to watch time pass
Giving never another thought, to the sand in my hour glass
(2013)
People give a lot of thought about their day. What am I going to wear? Am I attractive? Do I work hard enough? What do my neighbors think? Sometimes it's best to sit back and think, relax, and reflect on nothing at all.
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