The Sands of Time
Like one grain
Each second seems so
Unsubstantial
One grain lands amongst the rest of the sand
And as each second passes by the tides of life
Come in, go out, come in
Blow out with the wind
Of your hand, the sand, is soon all gone
Before you know whence the wind has blown
The moon marks the sky
The sign that another day
Will soon be all gone
Tell me that you know
And each day you spend on the beach,
Hands full of sand
Icy, snow, leaves falling,
Spring, hot sweaty bodies
Laying out, playing, riding the waves
Tell me that you know
Whence the sand has gone.
Like one grain
Each
1
second seems
Unsubstantial
The wind comes along
The tide washing away the coast
Not one grain by one grain but
The tidal wave of life
Before we know how much sand has blown by
We’re out of time
