Sands Of Time As the heart begins its rhythmic tap, The first grain of sand slips through the gap Of the hourglass. The infant is the conductor of hours, Blissfully unaware of precious powers Of the hourglass. The teenager sighs, Wishing that time would fly. Stamping the sand through the hourglass. As time flies past The parent clings on fast Trying to slow the pace Of the hourglass. As the very last breath whispers through what is left, As the last grain of sand slowly comes into land, In the hourglass. #household
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