By: Wayne Brown
Sands through an hourglass marking time
The grains ever so uniform; white and fine
Each one a bit of time past with its fall
Yet time is measured by the sum of them all
Water dripping from the faucet spout
Drop by drop it all slowly falls out
Marking moments in slow syncopation
A measure of time in this life’s ration
White contrails marking a cold blue sky
The mark of high flying jets passing us by
Tracing precise movement across our eyes
Marking steady time while spanning the skies
A butterfly’s wings so delicate in their beauty
Move with such purpose and sense of duty
Highlighting the brief life of this artistic feature
Wings stop moving; time marks death of a creature
Time is ever-present and all about in our life illusion
Measured sometimes by sheer chaos and confusion
Though we value it, too often we pay it little mind
Until the clock hands stop and we’re out of time
©Copyright WBrown2012. All Rights Reserved.
2 March 2012
© 2012 Wayne Brown
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