Countin' Time

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By: Wayne Brown


Grains of sand slowly dropping away

Passing the time on this hour of day

Marking the aging on a steady pace

Measuring what’s left of life’s rat race


Life’s grains in the glass drop one by one

Marking time like the movement of the sun

Letting mankind know how it all slips away

Showing there is less and less of the day


Sands through the hourglass steadily drop

No matter our efforts, time won’t stop

The aging continues in spite of all we do

Time takes its toll on the many and the few


Sands so fine one cannot see the grains

Like millions of drops that make up the rain

Sands with only a single purpose in place

To mark our journey through time and space


Finally the glass drains down to the last one

Time has run out and our journey is done

But as we meet the grave in our eternal chest

The sands continue measuring time for the rest


There is so little sand in the glass; so little time

Before we get started it seems the bells chime

Life is like sand pouring slowly through the glass

We must hurry to use it; lest it quickly shall pass


Precious sands drop through the glass of life

Marking the moments of happiness and strife

Registering life moments we so try to save

While ticking away that march to our grave


© Copyright WBrown2011. All Rights Reserved.

9/30/2011

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50 Caliber 5 years ago from Arizona

Wayne, excellent piece, tick tock tick tock, your expression in word here is quite captivating as I consider the grains that have been spilled by life's occurrences that we have no control of and little to none knowledge of. Seems to guarantee the end, the last grain will be a surprise to all. I stay as ready as I can, great read and work of word to ponder,

Blessings Amigo,

Dusty


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Hyphenbird 5 years ago from America-Broken But Still Beautiful

I love this marker of time Wayne. I am on an old computer without sound. I will reread this later and watch the video then come back to comment more. I just wanted you to know this struck a chord in me.


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writer20 5 years ago from Southern Nevada

As we age I guess we all wonder how long we'll be around.


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dahoglund 5 years ago from Wisconsin Rapids

Yes, time is there for all of us.The road behind is so much longer than the one in front for us.


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vrajavala 5 years ago from Port St. Lucie

nice poem. thanks for sharing.


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LABrashear 5 years ago from My Perfect Place, USA

So true...and the older we get, the faster those sands fall.


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A.A. Zavala 5 years ago from Texas

Been gone too long. Sand slipping through an hourglass seems to flow faster when we need the most time. I'm pushing to get so much done before the sand runs out. There's so much to accomplish before it's over. Awesome...


femmeflashpoint 5 years ago

Hopefully, all of us are doing all we can to make each grain count. :)


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LuxmiH 5 years ago from Fort Pierce, Florida

Magnificent artistic presentation of one of life's truths. Liked the video too, a perfect compliment, the icing on the cake.


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RealHousewife 5 years ago from St. Louis, MO

Loved it WB - and as I get older I know that I want that sand to slide through the hourglass so much slower! Funny - as a kid we can't wait to get older as adults we want to slow time down. Beautiful video!


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Wayne Brown 5 years ago from Texas Author

@50 Caliber...The sands do move a little too quickly at times but you have certainly made interesting use of them Dusty. We all have to live life to the fullest and I think that you are doing that in many ways. WB


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Wayne Brown 5 years ago from Texas Author

@Hypenbird...Life becomes short when we realize our own mortality...luckily that takes a few years to do. Thanks for the good words. WB

@writer20...That's probably the big question on all our minds. LOL! WB

@dahoglund...It didn't seem like that was always the case but so much of our younger years are lived as if we are immortal. Then reality sets in! Thanks DA. WB

@vrajavala...Thank you! I appreciate the read. WB

@LABrashear...So true, ever so true. Thanks. WB

@A.A.Zavala...We should all be so industrious....Good for you! WB


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Wayne Brown 5 years ago from Texas Author

@femmelflashpoint....Hopefully we are! LOL! WB

@LuxmiH...Well, Thank You...that's such a great compliment. Glad you like it! WB

@RealHousewife...It is funny how our positions change throughout our lives. They say that's how we come by wisdom in our life. WB


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thelyricwriter 5 years ago from West Virginia

Voted up! As a poet, I know it is hard to write a poem in this structure. One line rhymes are hard, but making the poem flow in that sequence, that is talent. I love the story. Time is so important. It does go by quick.


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WillStarr 5 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona

Beautiful and thoughtful work, Wayne!


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Truckstop Sally 5 years ago

WB - The first few times I read this, I felt sad, melancholy . . . with regrets, remorse . . . but I don't think that was not your purpose . . . and you know me - gotta turn the lemon into lemonade. Thinking about Jim Croce's Time in a Bottle http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QBWDHyAct4w and the Today is the First Day of the Rest of Your Life sentiment. Feeling that we must make the most of our tomorrows!


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drbj 5 years ago from south Florida

Yes, Wayne, as we age the sands of time all run faster, and each day seems shorter than the last.

All we hope for is do our best every day,

And simply try not to live in the past.

Very realistic words here, my friend. Trust me, I know.


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Wayne Brown 5 years ago from Texas Author

@thelyricwriter...I have always presented myself as the "lemonade stand poet" who knows so little of the art of poetry but always promises that I will write something which you can understand. I hoped this met that promise. Thanks much! WB

@WillStarr...Bought time for a good western story, huh? I have to work through the range of inspiration...thanks for the good words. WB

@Truckstop Sallly...You are so right, Amy. I seriously considered using Jim Croce's "Time in a Bottle" for this piece. I don't want it to be a downer but to remind us that we must "live" that part of life that is left. WB

@drbj...Thanks much, Doc. You get the point. We have to take what we truly have and work with it in the moment that we have it...the rest is simply a hope. WB


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breakfastpop 5 years ago

I am on my way outside to "smell the roses". Up beautiful and awesome.


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Movie Master 5 years ago from United Kingdom

Hi Wayne, lovely flowing poem, very clever I loved it and voting up.


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Wayne Brown 5 years ago from Texas Author

@breakfastpop...Good idea Poppy...time is ticking away! LOL! WB

@Movie Master...Thanks so much. I appreciate the read and the good comments. WB


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saddlerider1 5 years ago

We are but a speck of dust in the vast Universe we live eternally in. Where we go from here no man really knows, many claim they do know, but I don't know of any human that has returned to tell us so. Could it be the man they called Jesus, the son of God, the great I Am.

Or could it be what stood up on two legs and evolved out of Africa, or could it be a mermaids breath into a fish and gills became lungs and crawled to the shore to the vast sand that lay under it's belly, got up and walked on two feet and felt the sand of times begin to furl into it's living soul and thus began the journey of man?

There are so many mysteries,wonders and beliefs that make up the soul of man. The sand of time takes him back to the earth where he came from.We are left questioning where we came from and where we are going, I say the sand will run out and eternity will again be ours to travel and land on our feet again somewhere in this vast Universe.

Great poem Wayne, loved every word. Rated Up and Awesome.


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Wayne Brown 5 years ago from Texas Author

@saddlerider1...Your thoughts are mine as well, Ken. Much of what I write of here on the Hub comes from my pondering of what life is really about and how we fit into it. The seconds, minutes, hours, days, and years which come and go and we put them on and wear them like some of familiar winter coat not thinking to much of how precious each and every one of them is to our existence. We also don't give that much thought to what we do with them as precious and evaporative as they are. Maybe that is truly the intent...God only wants us to experience life and living not determine the meaning of it all. One thing I do know for sure, whatever it is or isn't the important part is how we treat each other in the end...that what really matters. Thank you for the great comments! WB


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saddlerider1 5 years ago

Your absolutely correct on all your points mentioned here Wayne. I wish I had the knowledge about life, living and dying that I have now. I would not have made so many of the bad choices I did make in my life. But like you say, maybe it's all part of our creator's grand plan, to keep us in the dark throughout our ageing.

So that when we finally reach the end of the hour glass and the last grain has fell to the bottom of the vessel, then and only then is the real light bulb turned on and we finally see the light. It could be a very dim one or it could be a very bright one that opens to a Heavenly place or the dim one that we try to squeak through and it's turned off and we are forever in darkness for eternity. I hope I at least get to see a flicker of light on my last breath? LoL...peace and blessings to you my brother.


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acaetnna 5 years ago from Guildford

Wow this was so amazing and I thought totally beautiful. Thank you.


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Wayne Brown 5 years ago from Texas Author

@acaetnna...Thank you for the read and the comment! WB


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ali-07 5 years ago from Port Arthur, Tx

Beautiful words true and powerful


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Wayne Brown 5 years ago from Texas Author

@ali-07...Thanks so much, I appreciate the great feedback! WB

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