Hour Glass
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I fuss and fret over budgets
How many coins to whom
I groan to hold a friend's hand
And this disobedient tongue
Finding my smile in the bottom
Of a wine goblet
And comfort in the camaraderie
A circle of feminine souls
And all the while your sand
Is pouring through your glass
Unabated
No riches or beaus could fill
That clenched spot and stop
The difference between life and none
Nor slow the grains of my despair
As they slide carelessly through
And me a wicked child obsessed with the
Trivialities
Of unpaid bills and broken hearts
While stage four is at your door
And I am left digesting the matter
Of your dry facts bulk emailed
Frozen in shock unable to decide
To be stoic or dissolve to a puddle
Inconsolable
While time slips through
The only glass that should
Have mattered this night